Kidnapped by the Dead Rose Gang

Chapter Seven: Punishment

The gate closed with finality over the underground base. Harry was blissfully fast asleep; his body being wheeled down the left ventricle hall of Hallway A.

That particular one was where their own crematorium and mortuary was. Along with an execution and torture room. The Coffin setup was generally held in the mortuary; but unlike regular refrigerators, the one Harry would occupy was reserved with special breathing equipment already installed. It would still be cold inside the burial compartment, but Harry was not at any risk of freezing.

A metal coffin with special tubing on its sides would align inside the freezer installed within the wall of concrete; making a particular shape of the specialized coffin.

Once it was put inside the hole; a measurement of 73 inches in length, 22 inches in width and only 24 inches in height would hold the metal coffin.

Once put inside the bricked fridge, all that was left was waiting for the ones being punished.

It most certainly wasn't for someone who had severe claustrophobia. The coffin itself measures the same dimensions as the hole it would slide into. Once done, the lid would not be able to be opened even an inch. It was almost like being buried alive in a sarcophagus while being placed inside a tomb.

Louis was getting an anxiety attack as they neared the mortuary room. He didn't know how Harry was going to react when he awoke inside the cold coffin, but he knew that it was going to be very claustrophobic, even if the Styles boy wasn't. The lid on top was shorter than a normal coffin. It pressed the prisoner's body down unto the bottom and assured they couldn't bring their hands up against the lid. The body was stuck until the Dead Rose Gang let the prisoner out and for Harry, that would not come for twenty-four long hours.

Hours Louis prayed Harry would remain asleep for over half for if the sedative did its job correctly. He would also be wearing the scarf he had currently tied inside his mouth; with the straightjacket being an added bonus.

"Make sure the tubing is aligned right. Make sure to keep checking his oxygen levels as well. They should be listed on the side panel." Hex pointed to the blank monitor on the side of the small hole where they would slide the punishment coffin into the cold insulated wall. It was handy to detect any problems early, in case the person needed pulled out.

"A day should drive the point home. If not, I'm sure a second day would offer him some additional hindsight." Hex noted, throwing the sheet off Harry's unconscious body.

"I think you're being too harsh." Louis spoke honestly, folding his arms across his chest in defense of the unconscious twenty-five-year-old. Hex paused; making Zayn halt as well. He let out a snort.

"Someone's developed a boy crush." Hex goaded sarcastically, making Zayn role his eyes.

Louis groaned, knowing if he admitted to feeling sorry for the boy it would do nothing more than prolong Harry's suffering.

Still; he wasn't completely heartless.

"Harry's mum woke up briefly while I was setting up security cameras," Louis admitted, adverting his eyes down on Harry's face. "She had awoken to the lights flashing; signaling the nurses had not yet come back inside and no response from anyone on her floor. She needed her pitcher of water refilled." Louis explained, hearing his voice crack a little.

It was so slight that the other two said nothing.

"So, I set up the security cam and went and refilled it for her," He went on, scratching his arm nervously. "It's not hard to see why Harry cares so much for her. She's a very kind lass; even offered me her desert she didn't want." Louis felt his lip twitch despite himself.