The Difference Between Storm and Silence {Larry}•{BDSM}•{Hybrid}•{MPreg}

Chapter Twenty Three

Louis feels very pregnant.

He's not. He's really not. Only about a month along, he's lost track down what he assumes to be a basement, but he feels huge. Liam refuses to give him food. Or water. He's so weak. He can't process anything. His brain is so slow and overloaded. He can't stand. He can barely move. He just lays in the dark corner, on his side, facing the wall, with his hand laying on his hip.

He can't sleep.

He's one hundred percent sure the baby is trying to kill him. He, or she, has grown way more than they're supposed to in way too little time. The baby is always moving and kicking and squirming and stretching and growing. Always growing. Its like a never ending growths spurt and he always gets cramps. Maybe some are from hunger, but they still hurt.

He's basically used to feeling hungry by now.

Hes gripped by the scruff on his next and pulled up. His small, weak body dangles above the ground in the older, taller, bigger mans tight hold. A small broken whimper escapes his dry lips.

Liam snarls. "You havent tried to escape in a while. And I need you alive. So I've decided to be generous." Louis' ear twitches in curiosity, but his dull blue eyes just stare back at the brown eyed man.

Liam throws him to the ground. His small, pale body hits the concrete with a thump, but he can't find it in his mind to care. Liam takes something out from his pocket and throws it at the boy. It falls with a crinkling sound and some sloshing next to him.

He tilts his neck up to see a clear bottle full of clear liquid. His dry mouth screams at him to pick it up. His brain and muscles beg for it. He drags himself to the wall and sits up, slouching over his stomach. He's been naked for so long. Its beginning to feel like the auction house again.

He's been questioning if Harry was ever real. If his entire life with Zayn and Niall and Harry was real. He's so unsure about everything right now. He just wants his brain to shut off and he really does want to die. But no. He can't do that. He loves Harry and his children too much.

His skinny, pale fingers wrap around the short neck of the bottle. When he picks it up, his muscles shaking and aching, the bottle leaves a wet imprint on the cement, making it much darker, almost black in the nonexistant lighting.

When the cool plastic makes contact with his skin, his entire body, every molecule, every organ, sighs in relief. He tips his head back and gulps down the entire water bottle, close to tears at the relief on his stomach and crackling dry throat and tongue. So he does. He lays down on his side, burying his eyes into his elbow amd starting to yammer.

"Harry. Harry, I need you," he whimpers.

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That was the one drop of kindness Liam showed. That was the one object of nutrition Louis got.

The day that Liam found out he was pregnant was probably the scariest day of his life.

Liam had raped him. Multiple times.

Its true. There's no other way to say it. He fucked him. Hard and fast. Against the wall, against the floor. Anywhere. Everywhere.

Louis felt like such a slut.

But Liam had him held high against the wall by his neck. He noticed. He finally noticed. And he gasped, dropping Louis to the floor midsentence. He smiles. He cackles. He fucking cackles. Holding his sides and laughing and shaking and, just...damn, it irked Louis to no amend.

When the elders laughter finally calms down, he wipes his eyes. "Oh won't Harry be delighted!" He exclaims, clasping his hands together. Louis looks up at him, confused. Liam crouches down next to him, reaching out to rub a rough, calloused hand over Louis' swelled belly. Louis gasps and jerks away. Liam frowns at him. "Oh, little Lou. You little slut. You tend to make a habit out of this, huh?"

Louis is just about to ask about what was going through the elders mind, when he was interrupted. "Oh, Louis. Louis Louis Louis," Liam tsks. "You get committed to a man and then betray him. In the most sensual, gut-wrenchingly horrible way possible."

Louis glares at Liam. Until...he realizes something. Liam is just an idiot. He actually thinks that child Louis' carrying is his. Louis feels like laughing, he really does, but no. He can't.

Liam makes another attempt to rub his little pooch. Louis immediately smacks his hand away, a loud, crisp thump echoing around the large room.

Liam glares at Louis, newfound anger in his pupils. He stands and unzips his trousers.

That's the first time he made Louis suck his cock. To be followed by many.

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The nightmares come back. The voices come back.

Louis' sad. Louis' mad. He can't help it.

Ugly

Worthless

Stupid

Whore

Fat

Slut

He gently extends his claws, his nails growing to a point. He does something he isn't proud of. He does something he doesn't ever want to think about. To talk about. To look at.

He slices a long cut across his chest.

And for me? Well I hate myself right now.

Double update. Well sort of, since the last update was "technically" yesterday if you wanna be all "technical" about it, but oh well! I count it as a double update. Bye. I'm going to sleep.

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