Stockholm Syndrome

Mixed Emotions

I sighed in disappointment at the boy before me. He looked like he was sleeping, peacefully, as his eyelids fluttered with subconscious thought. Yes, he could easily be asleep, but the smears of blood on his face and ribs said otherwise. I had expected at least an hours' worth of entertainment, but obviously my fun was over for the night. I shook my head as I turned toward the stairs in search of a towel.

As I made me way toward the bathroom I hummed a cheery little tune to myself. I was in a much better mood after punishing Niall for betraying the tiny amount of trust I'd given him. Trusting him at all had been a mistake, one that I would be sure not to make again.  I didn't feel the least bit guilty for my actions. Niall and his stupid little band deserved every bit of pain I caused them. They had no idea what my band had gone through, no idea how much pain they'd caused.

I opened the cabinet and grabbed a dark towel, one that wouldn't show blood stains, and turned on the sink. I scrubbed the blood off of my hands and rinsed the coppery smelling liquid down the sink along with the last of my anger. I dried my hands on the towel before soaking the end of it with warm water. Someone had to clean up the mess I'd made downstairs, and considering that I'd asked John to take care of Ed Sheeran for me, I had to clean it myself. I also retrieved a small first aid kit. I probably should stop Niall from bleeding to death.

I flicked on the light switch as I made my way back down the stairs and over to Niall. He hadn't moved much, not that I'd really expected him to. A small smile etched itself onto my lips as I kneeled beside the blonde. I'd made a mess.

I kept humming the tune I was earlier as I set to work washing off the blood. Niall groaned in pain, he didn't wake though, when my towel lightly brushed over his wounds.

Once the wounds were clean I poured some hydrogen peroxide on a clean corner of the towel and placed it over them. I waited a minute or so before removing it. Scanning over the clean wounds I smiled when I didn't see any bubbles. There was no chance of infection.

I kept humming to myself as I then took cotton swab and dabbed ointment on. I placed gauze overtop of the ointment and wrapped a bandage over the gauze. I took a moment to inspect my work. Niall was all bandaged up and good as new. He would be a little sore, but I hadn't done any permanent damage. I wouldn't do anything that could possibly land Niall in the hospital. That was be a sure fire way to get myself caught. Kidnapping was illegal after all.

I got up from my position and picked up Niall's clothes from the floor. I walked back upstairs and deposited them in the laundry room to be washed later. I grabbed a pair of sweat pants and one of my comfy sweaters. They'd fit loosely, and wouldn't irritated Niall's injuries. I walked back down the hall still humming.

I wasn't an evil person, but I also wasn't a very forgiving person. Niall had paid the price for trying to escape... but I still had Louis to deal with. Niall was well-behaved and did what I asked, for the most part, but Louis was still going to pay for Blondie's mistake. I'd have to make sure that Niall was out of the house though... if I wanted to punish Louis properly. It was risky, but a plan began to piece itself together in my mind.

I chuckled to myself darkly as I dressed Niall and took him to his room. I'd give the boy a few days to recover before I made my move, but I could hardly wait.

A picture of Louis Tomlinson on his knees, begging me to stop entered my mind.

Two days...

I'd give Louis two more days.

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