Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

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Harry

I couldn't believe what I had done. I knew he would recognize my voice, it was too soon. So I had Trevor do it. Trevor was bi and always looking for a good shag, he had been sent to prison twice for rape.... And here I was, asking him to rape an innocent man for me.

I sat on the couch, surfing through the channels when Trevor came in.

"How was it?" I asked him.

"He cried." It pained me to hear that.

"Were you rough with him?" I asked.

"Course not. I did everything you told me to do. I said everything you wanted me to say."

"Is he okay?" I asked.

"I untied his hands. He said his arms were cramping." Fucking Trevor could be such a softie.

"He's going to find a way out of that fucking room now!"

"Chain him to the bed or something. He needs to eat, too."

"Never mind Trevor." I shook my head. I just wanted to be left alone.

"Okay." Was all he said before he left the room. I was left in silence now, all by myself... All alone.

Besides the blonde sex god stuck in my basement.

-Niall-

I laid there on the bed, with nothing to do. I literally just laid there and starred at the ceiling, my hands clasped together on my chest. I stopped crying about an hour ago.... I couldn't really cry anymore. All I could think about was how fucking hungry I was.

I got out of bed, going for the door. I knew it would be locked from the outside, but maybe someone would hear me trying to get out and I could ask for some food.

I jiggled the door handle, trying to get some attention. But there was no sound coming for the door. It was just my breathing and shaggy breath as I felt the urge to cry again. I had never been so scared or felt so hopeless in my life.

I turned when I remembered the window. I ran for it, pulling the curtain back and reaching for the window.

I was disappointed to find that the window was too small for my head to fit through, and it didn't open....

I sighed.

There was no tv in here and I wasn't going to even think about finding my phone, I knew who ever took me had taken my phone.

Hell....

I didn't even have my clothes.

Just my boxers.

I tried to find something to do... But there was literally nothing in here besides the bed and some sex toys, a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.

I cried.

Again.

"FUCK THIS!" I screamed.

I banged my hands against the wooden door, thinking maybe if I didn't get anyone's attention then I could break it down.

"LET ME OUT!" I screamed. My throat and chest burned from the anger and fear inside me. I cried, tears uncontrollably running down my face as I cried and continued to bang on the door.

"FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT!" I screamed.

-Harry-

I felt terrible.

And what made me an even more fucked up person is the fact that I ignored him screaming and banging on the door and walls.

I turned the tv up louder and closed the door above the stairs to the basement.

I could still hear him and it pained me.

I didn't want to hurt this man....

But I couldn't let him go now...

I fucked up. And it was too late. I wanted him so bad that I let my selfishness take over me and I kidnapped him.

"FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT!" He screamed. I sighed, trying to keep my shit together as I listened to the pounding grow quieter and quieter before I was sure he gave up.

He has to know why I took him.

He has to remember.