Stockholm Syndrome - A One Direction Story

Chapter Seven

Oakley's POV

Two weeks later...

I've been keeping track of how long I've been here by making a tally mark in the back of the notebook every time the sun comes up. Today was the fifteenth mark. I had been here for just over two weeks now, & if I remember correctly, today must be Wednesday.

It has been the same thing every day since I got here. Zayn would bring me breakfast in the morning & sit to talk with me. Then he would leave & come back in what seemed to be a few hours to get "his pleasure" out of me. Then he would leave again for a while. The third time he would come back he would bring me some dinner. Usually a sandwich or some soup. Sometimes he would want even more "pleasure" after that, before leaving me for the night. One time I put up a fight, really hard. I put all my strength into it. It was probably the fifth night that I had been here when it happened. As punishment, Zayn handcuffed me to a supporting beam in the middle of the room & left me there all night. I never really put up a fight after that, although it still felt like torture to me.

Zayn would give me his t-shirts to wear since I had none of my own clothes. He would wash my jumper & yoga pants occasionally so I had something to wear on the bottom half of my body. He also gave me socks to wear, as the floor was always cold.

I could count the amount of times I had seen Louis on one hand. He never touched me & seemed to be pretty friendly quite honestly... At least compared to Zayn anyways. I hadn't yet seen or heard of the other girl that they have both talked about. I'm starting to wonder if she's even real. But a part of me still believes she is because I don't think Louis would be as nice as he is to me if he wasn't getting his own pleasure from somewhere.

It had been a while since I had breakfast & Zayn had come back. He had a bag filled with something, but I wasn't sure what. It was that time of day & I thought I knew what he wanted. I just lay back on the bed, knowing it wasn't worth the fight.

"You're all good babe." He said. "I'm not here for that right now. I just have something for you."

I was quite surprised as I sat up.

"What is it?" I asked. Zayn sat beside me on the bed with the bag in his hands.

"This room is pretty plain looking, don't you think?" He asked. I just nodded. "I brought you something that might change that." He said as he pulled spray paint cans out of the bag. "How about I start?"

I nodded & he got up off the bed & walked over to the wall as he shook one of the cans. He then started to paint. He only took a couple of minutes. When he stepped back he revealed  two arrows. One pointing up in green & the other pointing down in yellow. & beside the arrows he had painted a red heart. It was simple, but it did bring a little life to the room. 

"I'll just leave these here with you." He said. "& paint something pretty. I have another surprise for you in a little bit." He said before walking out.

I had never spray painted before. But I thought it was worth a try. Thought it would at least pass the time quicker. 

I thought for a minute or two before picking up the green can & I started spraying at the wall. 

After a while I had finished my first painting. It was a tree. It had green leaves. I wrote my name in pink up the length of the trunk before spray painting the rest of it brown.

When I was done I went & washed my hands. Then I went to my notebook & wrote I made art today.

I sat on the bed for a while after that. Not too long after Zayn entered the room again.