Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

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Niall

I laid in bed all night, tossing and turning. It's kind of impossible to sleep when you've just been kidnapped and raped all in one day... or night... who knows what day or time it is. I sure as hell don't.

I have been literally laying in this damn bed all day, nothing else. I've tried to sleep but sleep just isn't going to happen. I am the most hungriest I've ever been in my life and I have no food, nor water. I wish there were a tv in this room... something to distract me would be nice.

There was a knock at the door, making me sit up in the bed as my heart began to race. I didn't have that blindfold on, I would be able to finally see my kidnapper.

The door opened and by habit, I shut my eyes tight. I wanted to know who took me, who raped me, but I was too scared to open my eyes.

"Good, you're awake." The voice said. I didn't speak, instead I sat on the bed, closing my eyes with my knees to my chest.

"You can open your eyes."

"I'm scared to." I whispered.

"I'm not that ugly."

I opened my eyes. Surprised to find a woman in front of me. She had a deep voice for a woman. My eyes went wide as she stepped forward, handing me a plate full of food.

"Who are you?" I asked. I was raped by a man yesterday. I was for sure of it, the dick in my ass was real, it wasn't that fake shit lesbians use.

"I'm just a helper."

"Helper?" I asked.

"I'll be the nice one, okay? I really am the only nice one here. Anything you need, and I'll be the one to get it for you. Here's some breakfast, pancakes, bacon and eggs." She said as she handed me the plate of food.

"But, a man was in here yesterday."

"Trust me Neil, the man who raped you- isn't the enemy."

"It's Niall and what?" I asked. How would she know I was raped?

"The man who raped you? He's not the enemy- He didn't kidnap you."

"Than who did?" I asked.

"Confidential."

"Bullshit." I was angry again. The situation I was in was beyond frustrating and fearful. I had no idea why I was here, and I had no idea why anyone would want me here... I never did anything. I didn't know any of these people who have came in so far, and I didn't want to know any of them. I just wanted to go home.

"You said if I needed anything you would be the one to get it for me. I need answers." I spit.

"I mean supplies: food, water, blankets, books, etc."

"A book would be fucking fantastic actually. Or a notebook and some paper. Better yet, could I get a tv?" I asked.

"Who do you think I am? God? I can't just shit that stuff out you know."

What a bitch.

"It's terribly boring in here."

"Then maybe your kidnapper will have to pay a visit." She winked.

My eyes went wide before I shook my head, pleading for what felt like my life.

"No!"

"He get's bored, too. You two could really use each others company." She went for the door, but I stopped her before she left.

"Wait!"

"What?" She seemed annoyed.

"I'm really thirsty." Water sounded perfect right now.

She gave me a smirk and then a wink.

"I'll let your kidnapper know."

Oh Jesus fucking christ.

"No! I mean for water."

"Got it Neil." She rolled her eyes.

"It's Niall."

"Don't care, faggot."

And the door was closed. Locked, and left alone.

Wasn't she suppose to be nice?

And she said she was the nicest one here....

So that means that everyone else is a crewed bitch, and that there are more visiters that I will be encountering.

-Harry-

"Well how is he?" I asked April as she made her way into the living room.

"Thirsty." She winked.

"Then get him some water."

"Harry, you should really go in there and talk to him."

"No! There's no way he can know it was me who took him. He knows who I am."

"I thought he didn't."

"Well, I took too long and we ended up getting closer than what we should have."

"What?" She asked.

"I slept with one of his friends.. then I ended up saving his ass from these punks beating him up at school in the parking lot, and I even gave him a ride to the bar and back to pick up his friend... So yeah- we kind of know each other." I said with attitude.

"Put a blind fold on him."

"I was thinking about that, but it's too soon. He might regonzie my voice."

"What were you thinking?" April asked me. I sighed, shaking my head as I crossed my arms over my chest. I honestly don't know what I was thinking.

"I was thinking-" I paused, using my hands as I began to talk. "If I could just," It sounded right in my head but when I said it out loud I just sounded stupid.

"Maybe he could see just how much-" I paused again, shaking my head.

"Fuck it." I mumbled.

"He's already been missing for two days... People will start noticing. And get the poor guy some books or a tv or something. He has nothing to do but stare at a wall in that room." April gripped at me.

"Jesus Christ will you stop bugging me? Get the boy some water and I'll figure something about about his boredom." I waved her off. She rolled her eyes and exited the room.

What was I going to do with him?

I had him....

Now what?