Harry moved his head away from the fork, his mouth closed in defiance.
Louis sighed, his posture hunched forward as he sat in an opposite chair, trying to get their prisoner to eat.
Needless to say, it had yet to be successful.
"Come on mate, you're only hurting yourself." Louis reasoned, trying to push the fork through the other man's teeth but groaned when all it accomplished was for the food to fall off onto Harry's prison uniform. He had been settled with a gray set of stretch pants and a comfortable, warm light-cotton white shirt.
It certainly wasn't going to earn him any awards for best dressed, but they were something Harry could get dressed in while still maintaining his ability to breathe. Unlike the tight pants he had been wearing before.
"I want to go home!" Harry yelled, moving his face away when Louis picked the pasta noodle up off his shirt and tried to use his hand.
That didn't go any better than trying to use the fork.
"Fuck off!" Harry snarled, gritting his teeth so Louis would all but have to force his jaw open. Louis breathed out calmly to the other bloke's demand, throwing the lose piece of food back into the bowl and setting it on the table. Harry's stomach growled hungrily, but he was not about to eat anything they offered; not willingly. He wanted to see his mom. He had been trapped in this hellhole for the past three days and all he wanted was to go home.
"Hex is supposed to come by at any moment to see if you're ready to be released. I'm even willing ta bet she's been watching the monitor. What do you think she going to say when – " Louis' voice was dragged under by the sheer volume of Harry's chains clinking erratically. The young lad jerking his hands upward with a flinch.
"I don't care what the hell she says! I want to see my mum. I want to go home!" Harry cried desperately, wishing he could pick his chains and escape.
Louis shook his head, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small rectangular device with an image already on screen.
He pressed a few buttons, unmuting it and facing it toward Harry.
"It's not like him not to visit." Was the first thing Harry heard, seeing his sister sitting next to his mom. His eyes got wide and his hands jerked upward again, in an attempt to grab the device.
Unfortunately, they only moved a few inches and snapped to a halt.
"Mom! I'm here!" He yelled loudly, making Louis slap his hand over Harry's mouth. It was obvious that the communicator was a simple one way only device. A two-way mirror where only one side was visible.
"She can't hear you or see you. I installed the camera yesterday; you can scream all you want to but, she's not going to respond mate. I'm sorry." Louis replied, releasing Harry's mouth, wiping it on the prisoner's pant leg.
Harry quieted, taking in the two people that meant everything in the world to him.
"He has his reasons, Gem." Ann told her oldest offspring, reaching over and preening back her hair in an attempt at a loving gesture. Harry watched, wishing he was there right now so that he could feel that touch, return and cherish it.
Tears fell silently from his eyes, seeing Louis pull his only form of communication with his mum away and mute it.
"No!" Harry exclaimed, wanting to watch more. Louis only picked up the bowl.
"Eat and I'll let you have some more time with the device. If not, then we're going to have to take other measures that are not so fun." Louis warned, bringing the fork to Harry's mouth.
YOU ARE READING
Kidnapped by the Dead Rose Gang
General FictionHe wasn't their target but became one when one intentional mistake became his new life. Now, he must either prove his loyalty and survive or if the female leader so choses; end it and be done with the sarcastic, sly and somewhat infuriating human. M...
