Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson)

Rewrite Sneak Peek No. 3

Hello everyone!

It is getting closer and closer to New Years, which means it's getting closer to the release of the Stockholm Syndrome rewrite! Who's excited?

Of course, I will still be leaving the original up for now (I have not decided if I actually want to take it down) and the rewrite will be published separately.

I think there is going to be just one more sneak peek before the actual publish date, and I am excited for it!

Here is another sneak peek here. This corresponds with Ch.3, which will introduce a new twist to the plot from the original, and I am a bit nervous about it but also satisfied with it.

Enjoy the sneak peek! And any guesses on what the twist is going to be? (It's not mentioned in this sneak peek, but there is something different revealed here.)

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I didn't know how much time passed before the lock was being turned again. I sat up quickly as the door was pushed opened, and I saw Liam standing there again.

He stepped into the room with a small smile on his lips, holding a plate of food in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He stopped at the edge of the bed and placed them both down for me.

"Sorry about what happened earlier," He said, eyes searching my face closely, and I wondered briefly what he was looking for.

His gaze hardened, as he apparently found what he was trying to find, and then he was rushing toward me. I flinched as his hand reached out to my face, grabbing my jaw the way Vince did, but Liam's touch was kinder, more gentle. He turned my face and stared at my jaw.

"He actually left bruises," He whispered out, probably speaking to himself. His finger lightly brushed over a bruise, and I winced.

"Sorry," he apologized, smiling gently as he let go of my face. "Um, did you need to use the toilet?" He asked, and I was instantly nodding.

If I could step out into the hall, then I could hopefully get a better look and understanding of my surroundings. It would give me some sort of idea to hatch a plan if one was viable.

"I- I can?," I wondered, and Liam nodded.

"Of course. We're not too keen on the whole bucket thing or on letting the victim soil themselves. It's disgusting, quite frankly. So, do you have to go?"

"Yes, please," I voiced, trying to disguise how enthusiastic I was by the idea.

"Okay. Just give me one moment."

Liam walked out of the room, and I heard the door lock behind him once more. His footsteps shuffled away, and I sat silently, straining my ears to listen to any conversation that I may be able to hear.

I didn't hear any commotion while I waited, and before I knew it the door was being unlocked and pushed open again. This time, Liam and Zayn stepped inside.

"We'll escort you to the restroom. One of us has the stand inside with you, and the other will wait outside of the room. Your legs have to be tied with this as soon as you get inside," Liam explained, holding up a zip tie. "Whoever is in the restroom with you will tie your ankles together so that you can't run. Louis knows all of this as well."

I nodded. The rules were strict, but it made perfect sense. They were smart enough to realize that I would run if I was given the chance. However, I wasn't exactly stupid myself. I wouldn't run unless I was sure on where I could even go to get away.

"Come on. Walk between us," Liam said, beckoning for me to come along. I stood up and walked over to them, falling in line between then, Liam in front and Zayn behind.

"And no funny business, beautiful," Zayn snarked with a grin, pushing me forward to walk as Liam made his move out of the room.

We walked out of the room, and I was met with a rather long hallway. There were multiple doors stretched down either side of the corridor, and the length of the hall was far too long to even attempt to see around a corner. It seemed to stretch on forever as I followed behind Liam, hearing Zayn stepping in time behind me.

The walls were lined with small lamps that lit the way, and I felt a chill run over me at the thought of being stuck without any light once again.

I thought about Liam's words from just moments ago. He explained everything to me as if it was his idea, but then he mentioned the fact that Louis knew about the whole thing. It did seem like a restrictive plan, and judging by the cold and lifeless look that was in Louis' eyes as he spoke to me moments before, it seemed like something he would come up with without batting an eye.

In fact, by the way they both acted around Louis, it was obvious that he held a lot of power here. He would be the hard one to get around if I wanted to escape. Maybe Zayn would be difficult, too, but still.

"Is Louis in charge here?" I found myself asking. I didn't even know where the question came from, but it was spewing out of my mouth before I could even think about it.

"Why does it matter to you?" Zayn asked from behind me.

"I wouldn't say he's 'in charge' of us," Liam said as the exact same time, sounding a lot more agreeable and easy to talk to. So far, he was the only one that seemed to have even a bit of humanity left. Perhaps I could use that to my advantage if I play my cards right.

We finally reached the end of the hall, and then we turned down another one. This one seemed rather long as well, but I noticed something that made my heart drop.

There were stairs that led up, meaning that there was a floor above us.

We were underground, and I had no clue how I was ever going to make it to the ground floor to even attempt to escape.