Kidnapped by the Dead Rose Gang

Chapter Eleven: Sirens

Harry looked unblinking in the bathroom mirror. He looked much paler than the day before. His watered-down body no longer adorning the gray one-piece jumpsuit; but found that it had been replaced with a bright white one, laid out neatly on the sink.

"How many color one-piece jumpsuits do you all got?" Harry asked, picking up the towel that laid beside it and proceeded to dry himself off.

Louis had his eyes down cast to the video surveillance he had installed in Ann's room, noticing the woman seemed to be having a rougher morning than Harry.

"Six colors. White means you're under extra security measures. Gray is complete restraint, which was what we initially decided on, but I don't feel like being your bloody care giver mate." Louis replied, his lips a thoughtful frown. "You'll get to feed yourself, bathe – whatever, but you're still under severe restriction when you aren't eating or using the toilet." He finished, shutting off Ann's security feed and putting the device away.

"So, are you going to cuff me here or back at my prison?" Harry raised a brow, drying himself off further and stepping into the legs of the white one piece.

"Here, but I'll leave the hobblers off until we get back to your room. You walk too damn slow and last night took too long." Louis complained, walking to the back of the prisoner when Harry slipped his arms into the one-piece jumpsuit.

He wordlessly zipped up the back of the garment and began to reattach the chains Harry had been wearing; careful to avoid placing them near the whipping mark he had received earlier from Hex.

In fact, Harry noticed Louis was using a particularly soft way of attaching the chains; figuring he could try and win favor with the young prisoner.

"We know you can get out of them, but for our sake and yours, please don't. Just behave." Louis left his words come to complete silence, coming to the front and encasing Harry's waist with the metal links, clicking the padlock in place while threading them around each of his legs.

"What exactly is the next step?" Harry moved on, watching Louis carefully click the leg irons to his feet, but as promised, kept the added cuffs off so he could walk normally.

The other man placed his hand around Harry's arm and began to lead him wordlessly towards the door. Once they were out, he began taking him back to his cell without another word.

"What are we doing now?" Harry tried again after a few seconds, stopping abruptly when he saw Niall come out of one of the rooms from the right side of the hall he had been passing down.

Louis noticed and went to tighten his grip, but unfortunately, it was a bit too late as Harry lunged toward the other member.

"YOU BLOODY FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled, his voice booming down the corridors in all directions; the vibrations probably waking up half the Dead Rose gang and Louis hoped to God one of them wasn't Lavender Hex.

Niall dropped the white bag he had held and began taking off down the hall with Harry close behind. Louis just stood there with his hand on his forehead for a few seconds, looking around as many of the doors on both sides of the hall opened simultaneously.

A cocky chuckle filling the silent air and distant chaos.

Louis groaned, looking behind him to find Andy.

"Need some help wrangling the illusive one?" Andy joked, still in his night clothes. A simple black t-shirt and black silk pants.

Louis half suspected he threw on the shirt as he's had to wake him up for practice a few times and always saw him bare-chested and barely coherent on some occasions.