Description
The devil is real and he isn't a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful because he is a fallen angel and he used to be God's favourite. Harry has a condition that disallows him to feel physical pain. For a man thriving on fear and resistance from his victims - his prey - Harry is not prepared for the affections of a witty and ignorant Louis. "Are you afraid?" "You won't hurt me." "Yes I will." Harry loses himself to the darkness that swallows his brutality and rigid anger, but he needs Louis to be his anchor. His sanity. "There is no one else now. You can only love me, feel for me as I do for you. What I am is too lost, too disturbed to retrieve. Do you understand? You've done something to me and I don't want it to stop, so you can never leave me again. You are just mine now. Mine." This story is originally SSTomlinson's story. I do NOT own this,
Chapter 1
