Stockholm Syndrome : feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor.
In which Harry is Louis' bully.
Louis has never spoken but see he had a reason not to... Louis is a stalker... H...
My fingers tapped the table impatiently. Waiting for Harry to wake up. He was still blindfolded, only now his hands were tied behind his back. He was laying on his side on a bed with white sheets in my first house i ever bought. It was honestly and hour away from where I lived now and it was on the country side. It looked abandoned and run down rarely anybody came so this house was always empty.
I could feel the blood in my veins begin to boil and my mind was racing at 75 miles per hour. I had Harry, but I didn't know where to begin. I wanted to watch his blood drip and his eyes go dull, but then... I wanted to beat him with a bat and hear him beg me to stop.
I wanted him to hear my voice.
I want him to realize it was nothing special, that it never was. That my reason for not talking was because I wanted to get back at him.
I heard a groan and my head snapped towards Harry. I watched as he lifted his head, but then started to panic. He began to thrash and I laughed. Pressing record on the camera that I had placed on a stand. My laughter seemed to make him freeze and he was looking in my direction.
I grabbed on to the table and supported my weight on it to stand up. I was still a bit sore. I half limped over to him and ran my fingers through his hair making him flinch, but then I was pulling with all my might, you'd think I'd pull out a big chunck. He hissed.
"Please don't make any sudden moves." I sang softly and tauntingly. He stopped moving and I pulled on his hair more, pulling his head back so that he was facing upwards. "You don't know the half of the abuse."
"What do you want from me?!" He yelled, his voice cracked half way through the sentence and I had to laugh.
"I tried to warn you just to stay away."
"Please." He begged. I let go of his hair and his head hit the bed with a soft thump. I ran my finger over his lips. "Please don't touch me." He begged.
"That didn't stop you, did it?" I whispered, removing my hands, running one over my face in frustration.
"I.. I don't know what you're fucking talking about!" I rolled him off the bed and he hit the floor hard. "Fuck." He groaned. "Please.. My mum.. she'll get worried."
"Harry, Harry, Harry." I tsked.
"How do you know my name?"
"ID." I lied. He stayed quiet and I took a deep breath. Walking over to the door and grabbing the bat next to the door frame. "Pick a number between 1 and 10." I said cheerfully.
"You're fucking mental." He said through gritted teeth.
"What was that? Ten?" I brought the bat up and waited for him to answer me.
"No. I don't want to play you're stupid ga-" I brought it down fast on his arm and he yelped.
"One." I giggled. I tried again and he moved making me hit back. He yelled in pain and I cringed at the sound it made, but none the less enjoyed the moment. I threw the bat on the floor and pushed him so that he was lying on his back. I grabbed the camera and got in his face with it. Recording his pretty pink lips and the tears running down his cheeks.
I straddled him and he wiggled around, trying to get me off but I just began to unzip his jeans. "Please. Please. Stop. Ive only fucked one person." He said and I froze.
"Whats her name." I challenged.
"his name is Ryan.. or Louis. I don't know what he likes to go by, please. Just let me go. I wont tell anyone."
Louis bit his lip. He hadn't even hesitated to answer the question. "Lets play a game."
"No.. please I dont want to play another game."
"Lets play... can you guess who I am?"
"I don't know. I.. I don't recognize your voice." He said shakily as I began to pull his pants down.
"Well you better start guessing before I start hitting these pretty little legs of yours. Each time you guess wrong I get to hit you." I said touching them. They didnt look like mine, the were muscular.
"I.. I don-" he paused. "Are.. I... Jacob?"
I stood up grabbing the bat, never letting go of the camera. "Wrong, honey bun." And I was picking it up and swinging. He yelled and hissed afterwards. "Guess again. I would think this through." I giggled.
"Zayn?" I gritted my teeth at the mention of his name and hit Harry really hard, making him yell and curl up. "Please. Please." He had a very angry red mark on his skin.
"Guess. Again." I breathed.
"I dont fucking know!" He cried. I brought the bat towards his face and lifting his chin with it.
"Oh, but I think you do, hazzy."
"Dont fucking call me that."
"Why not, hazzy. You used to like it." He froze and I smirked. "You remember."
"I... no.. I.." he stuttered.
I tsked and sat him up. Sitting in between his legs and placing the camera on the table pointing towards us. "I'll give you one more chance." I whispered in his ear. Getting a hold of the blindfold and slowly pulling it down. "Blonde hair.."
"I dyed it while you were sleeping." I laughed knowing he had been drugged to sleep.
I pulled it down more and then all the way where it was hanging around his neck loosely. Our eyes meeting.
Fuuaaaackkk . Hi guise . I jusst want to say im getting myself back with my ex daddy and but he hurt me and Im really stupid but I.. ;-; hallp.. (not physically).
Anyways hai babies :3 hope u semi enjoyed this :v its not very long and for that im sorry . Im trying to update as many books as I can . If youre reading my personal trainer. That will be updated very soon also a new book is going to be released :3
Larry / ziam / ziall bdsm v.v i asked people on Insanity which they wanted more as the lead they all said ziall but im leaning more towards Larry 🤔😢 . Cover for it
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:p It took so much editing. The original edit is just harrie and lewie, by someone creds to them, but I made the rest like the ears and the collar and the jacket pink and his hair... you get my point :3 :p what do u think ? Yes or no?
