Forever In Their World [Sequel]

Jaylee's POV

Harry's been whipping me for quite some time now, making sure I was screaming and crying loud enough for his own sick pleasure. I've been in absolute agony this entire time, gripping and biting the sheets to control my screams. I hated how no one came in to save me, no one came to see how I was doing. They just left me alone with this monster to abuse me constantly.

Before Harry was done, he quickly hit me one last time across the bum, making me flinch entirely as a new sort of pain rose in my skin. He then placed the strap back inside his drawer before he closed it, making my hands shake violently as they gripped onto the sheets.

"You did good baby." He smiled before he rubbed my back, making me whimper.

"I know my punishment is different. But we all have our preferences. I just love seeing you beg for mercy and squirm against me." Harry said as his fingertips traced over my hot marks.

Tears streamed down my face as I realized how much of a pervert Harry really was around me. Did he have no respect at all towards me?

"I'd just be on your best behavior once I get you on the night shift." He whispered in my ear before I whimpered.

He then chuckled darkly before he lifted me up, arching my back a bit which caused pain to shoot inside the slashes. I closed my eyes and winced as he laid against his head board, pulling me along with him before he placed me on top of his chest. I was expecting him to leave me alone or put me somewhere else, but I was completely surprised that he wanted to keep me around longer.

I breathed heavily against him as he wrapped his arms around me, rubbing his fabric across my bare skin. I whimpered whenever he moved because every time my body inched a single bit, it was painful.

"I want to go to my room." I spoke in a very weak feminine voice.

"Nope. You're staying right here with me." Harry rejected instantly as one arm was wrapped around my back and the other was around my shoulders.

I flinched when his hand ran through my soft hair, causing me to tremble against him involuntarily. I was hoping he couldn't feel the car keys pressed against my chest as I laid on top of his. But by the looks of it, he hasn't mentioned anything. I hope he never finds out.

"I'll have to send Liam in here soon to clean up your wounds so that they heal nicely. This is the only way to help you learn your lesson sweet cheeks. You're not allowed to escape us. And you know that." Harry said as I blinked away a few tears.

"I deserve to go home. It's my right to." I managed to say before he grabbed my chin forcefully and made me look up at him.

"You belong to us. You're never going anywhere. You won the tournament with us so now you stay with us." Harry spoke strictly as I gulped.

"Why would we ever let such a sweet face go?" He grinned as his thumb traced over my bottom lip. I looked up at him with wide eyes as I tried to pull away but my body went still. I wasn't comfortable with this. I didn't like when any of them showed lustful or romantic feelings towards me. It made me sick to my stomach.

I then pulled my face away before I laid it back against his chest, knowing I couldn't do much about my position since my back was killing me. It felt like he sliced my back multiple times and left it there to burn. I wanted this pain to end. All of it. But every time I attempted to escape it just led to pure disaster.

My heart raced as I heard Liam enter into the room, already knowing how much it was going to sting once he cleans up my wounds. I swallowed hard as I heard more than one pair of footsteps, wondering who else was approaching Harry and I.