Stockholm Syndrome - A One Direction Story

Chapter Two (Possible Trigger Warning)

Oakley's POV

I was so shaken as the man who calls himself Zayn got into the car. I heard as the lock clicked & Zayn got into the car. I didn't know what he wanted from me, but I knew it wasn't going to be good. I was so terrified. I couldn't see anything & I could try to speak, but I'm sure that would only make things worse. Besides, it would only come out as muffles. I could barely breathe & I started to hyperventilate.

"Would you shut up!" Zayn yelled to me, as he continued to drive.

I started to think to myself how long it would take for anyone to notice I was gone. My shift ended at 5AM. I would usually get home around six & wait for Niall to wake up, which was usually around seven, as he worked at nine. I figured that by now it must be at least six.  It would still be an hour before Niall even woke up, & who knows where I would be by then.

***

I had fallen asleep in the back of the car after a while. There was not much else to do & I was tired anyways. I was awoken by the sound of a door slamming. It must have been the car door as Zayn got out. I became alert quickly, otherwise I would be at a disadvantage more than I already was. 

I heard Zayn open my door & reach over my body to undo my seat belt. He gripped my arm tightly. "Let's go." He said sternly, as he guided me out of the car. I heard a garage door close, realizing we must be inside somewhere now. We walked up a couple of steps & in through a door. We walked, but not for long. I was still blindfolded. I heard a door open, closing again, right behind us. Zayn guided me down a flight of stairs. I could feel the coldness as we got to the bottom. We walked through another door, which also closed behind us. 

"Who have you got there?" I heard another mans voice, only making me even more terrified. 

"This is Oakley. " Zayn said. I could feel his hands at the back of my head as he took off the bandanna that was covering my mouth. Then he slowly took off the one over my eyes. As he pulled it off, another man came into view. He was sat on a ratty looking sofa as he looked at me with the same evil intent as Zayn had. The man was fair skinned with light brown shaggy hair & some facial hair of his own. I could feel my heart pounding so hard I thought it was going to fall to my feet. 

"Welcome Oakley." The man said to me. "I'm Louis. I hope you get comfortable quickly... You will be here for a while after all." He said smugly, as he walked passed me. "All see you later." He winked as he walked out of the room. As the door shut behind him Zayn started to take the handcuffs off of me.

"Look around darling. This is your new home." He said. & with that he simply left the room & swiftly locked the door from the opposite end. 

I looked around me. There was the ratty old sofa that the other man, Louis had been sitting on. & at the other end of the room there was a small mattress with a small blanket over it, but no pillow. There was a small wooden night stand with a notebook & pen laying on its surface. I walked over & sat on the mattress. I opened the drawer to the night stand to find a toothbrush & some toothpaste. That's when I noticed there was another door that had been left slightly ajar. I got up & walked over, opening it a bit more. A bathroom had been revealed on the other side of the door. There was a small stand alone sink, as well as a small shower & a toilet. There was a shelf with a bottle of shampoo, some bared soap & a couple of towels. I opened the toothpaste & squeezed some onto the toothbrush & started brushing my teeth. When I was finished I spit into the sink & rinsed my mouth before walking back out into the other room. I looked up as I saw a glimmer of sun shine into the room. There was a small window with bars over it. At least I would be able to see when it was day & when it was night. I've read horror stories about these kinds of things, & most people who have been captured don't get much other than a thin mattress to sleep on. I didn't know what else to do other than lay on the bed. Soon enough I had fallen back to sleep.

***

I was awoken by the sound of the door being unlocked. Zayn walked through the door, making sure to close it behind him. He walked over to me with my bag in his hand.

"Now, lets see what princess has brought with her." He said in a degrading tone. He opened my bag & pulled out a white & black striped jumper. 

"You can keep that." He said as he threw it at me. "Now what else... A hair brush... You can keep that as well." He said as he tossed it onto the mattress. He then pulled out my wallet & opened it. He found my bank card, ID & about $50 cash & some change. 

"I'll be keeping this." He said, as he waved it in the air. "Oh & this. What I've been looking for." he said with an evil smirk as he pulled out my iPhone.

"It's dead." I said timidly. He pressed the home button.

"So it it." He said. "But just to make sure..." He said, with a bit of a pause before throwing it to the concrete floor. I watched as it smashed. Zayn went on to step on it, making sure it was completely crushed.

"That's better." He said.

"Now. I've left you alone for long enough. I think it's time you did something for me." He said as he walked closer. I knew what was coming. I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. A tear rolled down my cheek. He stepped close to me. I could feel his breath on my neck as he whispered. "It's okay. I won't hurt you. It will feel good." Then, my greatest fear had been verified. I was still in my work uniform; black yoga pants & a white button up top. I had already taken off my red converse before I went to sleep, which were now laying beside the mattress. 

He yanked at my shirt as the buttons came undone. He pushed me back onto the bed & followed. He hovered over me as he kissed my lips. Then he trailed off, starting to kiss down my neck.

"Please. Don't do this." I pleaded as he continued to kiss lower down my body until I felt his hands on my hips. Tears streaming down my cheeks as he slowly started to pull my pants lower.

***

It must have only been 10 minutes, but it felt like a lifetime of torture. I felt so violated as he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. I have never felt more sick in my life, as I lay on that grungy old mattress, only being covered with the blanket. I lay there for about an hour before finding the strength to wrap the blanket around me & walk into the bathroom. I dropped the towel & got in the shower, water pouring down my body as I started to sob once again.