Malcolm with the winning hand
From Create Your Own Story
Harry's stomach rumbles seeing the blonde hair man beating Dudley pairs with a royal flush. She knew what is in store for her. Malcolm stood up walking over to the still-crawling floor of Harry. He pulls his best from his slacks placing them around Harry's neck. The crooked-nosed bully stares at Dudley with a tight grip on the newly created leash around Harry's windpipes.
Malcolm tugged on the leather belt hard leading Harry toward her uncle and aunt's bedroom. "Better hope I don't wear her out for the rest of you boys. Cause I'm going to give her the best dicking she has in weeks." Almost like a slight toward Dudley as Malcolm guided Harry with the leather strap around her throat.
Her feet hit the wooden staircase as Malcolm doesn't let Harry get used to the banging scratching sensation happening to her knees. They get to the top of the stairs with groans coming from the choking Harry.
"Breathe in those breaths of fading air. You are nothing but a whore for my use. I'll destroy you if I deem fit." He said as he yank hard on the makeshift leash. He pulls Harry into the Dursleys' bedroom. A room Harry saw a few times in her lifespan. She sees the large queen size bed. Enough room so her aunt and uncle didn't have to touch each other if they didn't want to. A large mirror with countless basic makeup, lipstick, and other items to make a look stunning.
Malcolm pulls on the belt to regain Harry's eyes onto his eyes. His fist clutches the belt as Harry's former crawling position replace by her kneeling instead. "Now what does my sweetheart undoubtedly want." His words came off as warm and cozy. But his eyes read as frigid.
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