I have... Stockholm Syndrome. (Hiatus)

Chapter 8: Muffled cries

(Lots of blood and stuff in this chapter. Don't read if you don't want to. Viewer discretion is advised.)

Niall
"You're lying." She whispered angrily, wiping her tears away. I shake my head, remembering the middle aged woman falling to the ground, blood pooling from her slightly parted lips as she hit the ground with a sickening crack. "I saw it April." I whisper to her dazed form.

Listening, I hear heavy footsteps flooding my ears and I panic, looking around to see where its coming from. My heart started pounding so hard I feel like my ribs would break. When I realized... We're surrounded.

Harry
My breaths is muffled from the thick, dusty clothe shoved into my mouth. I close my eyes and take in a shallow breath, before letting it go.

'If you obey, you won't be harmed. If you disobey, well, you're going to wish you've never been born...'

The words echoed around in my head, as I had thought the stranger was too much of a wimp to hurt me. I take in another sharp intake of breath as I had realized my mistake, the switch hitting a fresh part of my already weak body.

I try not to let out a muffled scream, having already lost enough self respect for today. "Come on baby, you know you wanna scream. Just do it, and we'll be done with this." He whispers in my ear, I scrunch my nose in disgust, noticing his close proximity. I scowl the best I can at him, anger rolling off me in waves.

He just shrugged and held up his finger before pressing it hard into one of my fresh wounds he created earlier. I groan in pain and look into my captors green eyes, not backing down. He puts the pressure off my wound but starts to take my pants off.

I start screaming and kicking, but it's no use, he starts laughing and pulls them back up. "Dude, I'm not a faggot." The guy scoffs, rolling his eyes while grabbing his belt and putting it through his belt loops.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, my body sagging against the chains that connected my arms and legs to the wall behind me. "Now, I'm going to take the clothe out of your mouth, if you scream, you die." He threatened, when I nodded vigorously, he took it out slowly.

"Who the hell are you?" I ask, he just turns his back away from me and starts washing his hands in the grungy sink. Blood starts blending in with the water and I turn away, wondering if I'll ever get out of here.

"Where am I? What do you want?" I ask, rapidly firing questions at him. The mysterious man finishes washing his hands and wipes them on a rag in the process.

The gorgeous man turns toward me and a smirk ghosts on his plump lips,"you've got a lot of questions, don't you?" I huff and close my eyes while gritting my teeth, trying to not focus on the cocky idiot in front of me.

"Why the hell am I here?" I say in a demanding tone, him surprised for a second then the signature smirk comes back. "You know Niall?" He asks, completely ignoring my question. "Niall who?" I ask innocently, he rolls his eyes. "The other member in One Direction with you." He states flatly.

"Oh, you mean THAT Niall." I say, mocking him, he rolls his eyes, once again. "Yeah, what about him?" I ask, mentally rolling my eyes while I look around the room. The next thing he said got my attention immediately.

"Harry, I'm his brother."

April
I fall to the ground, bawling silently while Niall keeps pulling on my shirt sleeve. I sniffle and try to look at him through my blurry vision,"what?" I croaked, he pointed behind me and I then realized that he looked scared shitless. Feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, I slowly turn around.

I look up to see a gigantic man staring down at me and he looked terrifying with his bulging muscles, tattoos inked in his skin from all I can see of him. I look down at the dirty ground I am laying on and look back to the man and back towards the ground.

"Didn't your mom ever tell you that it's rude to stare?" He asks, smirking afterwards. I stand up and calmly dust myself off, looking back into the man's hazel eyes. "Yeah, she did. Did your mom remember to tell you you were a mistake? Oops... Did I just say that out loud?" The stranger's amused face turns into a look of fury and rage.

He said two simple words before he let's his 'dogs' loose: "Kill them."

The men came sprinting towards us even though we were five feet away from each other. I started walking backwards, still shocked that at least six men three times my size are coming towards me. I snap out of my daze when Niall pulls my hand and I turn around, sprinting away with our hands still connected.

Footsteps start gaining on us and I went to look back but when I turned back I come face to back with Niall. I groan, letting go of his hand to put both of them up to my throbbing nose. "What the fuck Niall?!" I scream, my voice muffled. I almost walk in front of him but I found ten pairs of rage filled eyes glaring at me.

I look up towards the ceiling and throw my hands up in the air, pointing to it,"this isn't fucking funny!" The five men start coming at us and I turn around, about to run away, but someone grabs me and hauls me on their shoulder.

I look down to see Niall taking on three guys, more coming his way. "NIALL," I try to scream, but it comes out as a whisper, I was surprised he actually heard me. He turned to look at were I was and saw the man holding me, he ran towards me and I start struggling against the stranger.

I take a deep breath and then... Kick him in the balls. He groans in pain and his grip loosens, letting me slip out of his hold and drop to the floor while watching the guy crumble to the ground. I look up to see Niall smirking at me and I smile back.

Suddenly, I was picked up again and I groan,"Niall, help." I try and kick the man but someone grabs my foot, I turn and look at the person who is holding my foot captive. "You have got to be fucking me. Again?!" I yell frustrated, looking into the beautiful green eyes that I'm starting to hate.

"Did you miss me?" He asks, smirking. I look at him disgusted, "no, not really."