Kidnapped by the Dead Rose Gang

Chapter three: Escape

Harry guessed when his door closed, the light to his room turned off exactly thirty seconds after. Infrared cameras were probably how they could see his movements, because other than a circle of light, no other source made sense.

"Incoming." Louis warned, right before Harry's prison cell opened, lighting up his small space once again. He recognized Hex instantly, but not her counterpart. Although, it took the Cheshire native no time to notice a small length of chain draped over the other male's shoulder.

"We're here to escort you. Louis is busy doing more important things; Zayn will be assisting you in, I will not." Hex explained, marching over to Harry and pulling her expensive scarf away in an attempt to save it from further abuse. "By the way, if you fray my scarf anymore, I will file your teeth down to nubs." She threatened, motioning with her hand at her counterpart.

"Chain him." She ordered calmly, stepping back from Zayn. He approached, heading behind Harry's chair to follow what was asked.

"Will y-you consider letting me g-go?" Harry asked, stuttering nervously. He felt the ropes loosen. Zayn finished untying his wrists. A second later, they were cuffed behind his back, making it easier to stand.

He was confused when the other male wrapped a length of chain around his waist, locking it secure with a padlock.

"Dead Rose Gang has never had a mistake of this magnitude, Mr. Styles. I'm afraid letting you go isn't going to be possible. You know all the essential information needed to rat us out." Hex replied monotonously. She couldn't take any chances with Harry.

"Then, you're going to kill me?" Harry cried, looking up sadly at Zayn.

He avoided eye contact, connecting his prisoner's hands to the waist chain behind him.

"No," Hex shook her head. "I'm not doing that either." She denied, hoping Zayn would hurry up.

Sensing this could get awkward really quick; Zayn bent down to release Harry's legs.

"Then, what are you going to do?! Put a collar around my neck, take me for walks and adopt me as your pet? Because, I'd rather take a bloody bullet! My mum's sick! I've got to get out of here, I need to go see her!" Harry exclaimed, hearing no reply.

Hex's eyes danced with amusement on Harry's rant, but her face remained stoic. She understood his frustration.

Still, there is no comfort waiting for him if he expected it.

"After you finish doing whatever you're needing to do, we'll escort you from here to a normal cell. It will have a bed, toilet, wash basin and small shower in there. It's all you'll be offered right now until I get things figured out on my end. You won't be able to leave; however, I am willing to grant more freedoms in time if I feel you can be trusted. I'd like to eventually work to establish some trust with one another as that is the only thing is making this work." She explained, watching Zayn stand and take him by his arm.

"Let's go." Zayn demanded, guiding him toward the thick door. Harry stumbled for a few steps, gradually catching his land feet. He ignored the other man's command.

"TRUST?! That's never going to happen! You can't keep me here! My mum is sick. Please; I have to – "Harry's breath was knocked from his throat when Zayn slammed him up against concrete bricks.

"Hex explained herself already, mate. You're not leaving, we are taking you to the toilets and then, you are being brought to your new cell. If that's too much to comprehend, I will happily make it abundantly clear to drive home her point." Zayn threatened, his deep voice murmured into Harry's ear, breath brushing against their prisoner's cheek.