Harry held me captive for days, suspended above his bed in an angry steel cage. All I could do was stare longingly down at his rippling muscles and fab hair while he watched me with a sinister grin on his face.

"Please dear friend! Release me!"

"Not yet," said the ejaculate soaked degenerate. "In time, Niall. In time."

"But please! I'm famished. I'm withering away in here. Feed me! Or at least let me take a dump!"

Harry only grinned, a terrible glint in his eye.

I spent many days pondering where my dear Sandra had gone.

"Did you hurt Sandy?!" I cried.

"Sandra is safe. Don't worry needlessly, dear friend."

Tears stained my pale white face. I reeked of sweat and piss and feces. I had spent the last day counting the tiles on the floor of Harry's bedroom.

Finally I broke like a great, mighty ship upon the heaving seas, launched into an iceberg. I had to tell Harry what I knew.

"It's the Bokokonau, isn't it? You've been transformed by its power. Unky Humbert warned me of its deleterious effects."

Suddenly, rage invaded Harry's face like the Nazis invaded Poland.

"What do you know of the Bokokonau?!" he shot.

"Only that it's dangerous, Harry. Look what it has done to thou!"

Suddenly, panic swept me like the Nazis swept clean the streets of WW2 occupied France.

I was just a mouse in Harry's trap. He could do anything he wanted to me. Even kill me.

"The Bokokonau is none of your concern, dear Niall," he spat. "You only exist to please me. Now come. I shall release you from your shackles. We needst work on our new single."

Harry unlocked the cage and I fell onto his bed with a thud. My legs wobbled as I put them to use for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.

Then he guided the thin, emaciated husk that was my body to his recording room.

"I was thinking we could use horns in this song, wanna hear the lyrics I wrote?"

"Of course!"

Harry sang in an angelic voice that belied his demonic nature.

"Hey girl, we've been doing this for so long. I'm so tired, of not getting along. Come back over and we make up. Get up again, brush off the dust. But I'm always falling in a bad, bad way. Getting into trouble, I just can't stay away..."

I interrupted. "Way and away. Hmm, I'm not sure that's the most effective rhyme."

Harry let out a piercing, guttural shriek! He ripped his page of lyrics into shreds and stomped them into dust on the floor! Then he smote me with his mighty fist!

"Nothing I do is ever good enough, is it Niall?!" he cried. "Well I'll show you what's good enough! With my dick!"

Once more Harry whipped out his engorged manhood. It was the size of a baseball bat, and just as hard.

Instinctually, I shielded my face with my arms, but the poor, frail things had not the strength to protect me from the blow.

I heard my bones crack as Harry's mighty member came down on me with great force. I let out a pathetic whimper and fell to the ground, blood streaming from my mouth.

Then, all was black. Sinisterly so.