Kidnapped by the Dead Rose Gang

Chapter Ten: A New Life Awaits

Harry felt the echo of his name being called somewhere threaded through his consciousness. It was soft; an almost testament to his reality. A guaranteed testament that Harry Styles was alive.

Though, he certainly questioned if he was fine. He felt his eye brows furrow first. His eye felt heavy, but he went along with the flow and when the room stopped spinning; he finally opened his eyes.

Louis stood stoically to Harry's left and Zayn at his right.

Both silent, but the soft voice was recognized as Louis'; Harry knew because he appeared the only one in this dump that had any type of soul to be had.

"Welcome back, Master Styles." Hex chuckled, leaning forward slightly, her one hand resting at her cheek and the other on top her desk.

Harry remained quiet. His brain was still trying to catch up with his body. His brows furrowed when he went to rub his forehead, noticing his hands were stuck to his lap.

He looked down, finding he was dressed in a plain gray prison-type jumpsuit. It was stretchable, soft cotton like texture that hugged his body loosely; but he knew that was not how he was before.

Hex noticed Harry's bird-eyed stare, his green eyes glassing over his new attire and most importantly, the added addition of his restraints.

"Zayn's idea. They drug you back to the shower, bathed and dressed you like a child and then, as they were hauling your arse out here to meet me, Zayn finally got a useful idea inside that empty head of his and found some socks, put them on your hands and tapped them into a ball." Hex snickered, watching Harry's eyes come to realization on why he couldn't move his fingers. Hex continued on. "Nothin' more was added. Except now, it will be up to these two when they decide to allow you use of your hands again so, I hope that little stunt was worth it."

Harry blinked; his eyes still fixated on the tape wrapped around his hands. He glanced back at Hex, finally speaking.

"I was traded to a psychotic cunt with no morals –" He started, but Louis quickly slapped his hand over Harry's mouth with widened eyes. Zayn shook his head, reaching over when Hex wordlessly handed them the scarf that had been used on Harry earlier.

"We'll let you rethink those words and try again here in a few. Right now, allow me to introduce you to some rules that you will be following." Hex moved on, hearing Harry grunt when Louis took his hand away and allowed Zayn to forcefully push the cashmere strip into the lad's mouth, obstructing the insults that barely got to break free.

Harry's fists went in a panic toward his face, stopping only at a few inches passed his bellybutton. The gang members had tightened his chains enough to where his hands could comfortably lay in his lap, but couldn't venture even high enough to scratch an annoying itch.

"Whmyhn?!" Harry shook his head, trying to slam it backward on the edge of the chair, but Louis was quick enough to cushion their prisoner's head before he could cause any further harm.

"Hey, that's enough mate. You're alright." Louis soothed, his voice stern, glancing at Zayn. "We might need to use a light sedative on him if you're going to tat his rose and barcode on." He suggested, watching Zayn wordlessly take out a small yellow vile from his pocket.

"Already a step ahead." He responded dryly, gesturing for Hex to continue as he uncapped the needle and positioned it at the crock of Harry's lower neck and injecting it.

"Grfmh yalu!" Harry gritted his teeth over the thick piece of material, biting down hard. Hex hummed, watching her prisoner fight against them. It wasn't a heavy sedative, but she saw Harry's breathing loosen up after a few seconds, his eye dilating.