Stockholm Syndrome - A Harry Styles Fic

Harry awoke with a start when the blindfold he had been wearing was ripped from his face and his feet had been roughly untied. When his eyes finally focused he could see that it was Christian-with a look of pure hatred.

“Since father is coming this morning I want to try to avoid you having any more accidents. I’m untying your feet briefly for a bathroom break. You do need to go I assume?”

Harry nodded his head, wondering for a brief moment where sorrow had gone. After last night he was more at ease with her around than with Christian, considering the guy was a loose cannon.

“Come on, stand up.” Christian mumbled while he pulled Harry to stand abruptly and unsteadily.

Harry mumbled something unintelligible as he was walked to a small bucket a foot away from the wall, which was about how far the chain attached to his ankle allowed him to go.

Christian reached for the hem of Harry’s sweats, which made Harry jerk back with surprise and embarrassment.

“Hm!” Harry exclaimed, his voice garbled by the gag but the glare in his eyes said it all.

“Believe me, once father leaves I’ll be untying you so that I don’t have to deal with the hassle. Until then you got two options. Let me help or piss your pants. I’m assuming you don’t want to do the latter so…” Christian trailed off patiently.

Harry mauled over the idea for a brief second before stepping toward the bucket again with a disgusted look.

“Quit being a girl.” Christian said, giving him a slight shove.

Harry didn’t bother to try and reply. He simply stared ahead quietly while Christian yanked his pants down and allowed him to get in a position that he could relieve himself.

Once done Christian pulled his sweats back up and shoved him back to the half wall, the ankle chain Harry wore scrapping against the floor, echoing in the walls of the enclosed basement.

“Sit.” Christian commanded while shoving him none too gently to the floor.

Harry felt the pain with his arms and wondered briefly how he was supposed to stay a few days tied like that.

Harry felt his stomach drop when Christian began to tie his feet back together, he tugged them back to him, knowing that wasn’t going to do any good but showing a little bit of defiance was expected and Harry wasn’t going to disappoint.

Unfortunately, Christian was also not in the mood and proceeded to take a hammer from the back hem of his jeans and show it to the musician.

“When you’re not sure something’s broken, you can try to fix it but when you know something’s not broken-break it.“ Christian smirked, targeting Harry’s small toe, gripping his foot so it laid flat on the floor.

Harry started to panic, trying to get away from the older man as he shook his head and yelled as loud as the gag allowed him.

Christian was having none of that and forcefully stepped on his foot with his boot, exposing only the toes.

He brought the hammer up and brought it down with force on Harry’s small toe, electing a sickening crunch.

Even though he was gagged, it did very little to muffle the agonizing screams. In fact Christian would not be surprised if he was heard outside. Not that anyone within a hundred miles would hear but there was always that chance.

“Oh shush, you’re lucky I don’t break the other nine toes. If you fight me again though Harry, I will end with your toes and start on your fingers. Do you understand me?”

Harry was too busy screaming out in agony, which annoyed Christian.

He grabbed the back of his hair and pulled.

“Do YOU understand ME?” Christian asked again, spacing the words out.

Harry nodded.

Christian let him go and stood up, making sure to do so on his foot.

Harry was going to pass out. The pain was beyond anything he had experienced before and his screaming was making his throat raw.

Christian shook his head and left allowing Harry to wallow in his pain. He had more important things to do than watch a pop star sit and cry over a broken toe. His father would be coming soon and everything had to be perfect.

“I’ll be back to check on you later, don’t get into too much trouble, huh?” Christian smirked as he shut the door to the basement, locking it tight and going to find Sorrow.

Sorrow was in the same place he had left her last night. It was really a pathetic sight to see with her body curled into a ball.

“Come on darling we have mere hours until father and his boss get here, you need to shower and get dressed up in the lovely little blue dress I set out.” Christian mocked, bending down to pick her sob racked body from the ground.

Sorrow fought against his touch, hiding her face from his view and making her way toward the bathroom.

“Use some of that lemon scented soap.” Christian called after her before thinking better of it and following her down the hall.

Sorrow let the tears fall freely as she came to a stop in front of the full length mirror in the room they shared, looking deeply into it at a shell that stared back. Christian came behind her with a smile still on his face, placing his hands on her shoulders and leaning his chin on the crook of her neck.

“You did this to me.” Sorrow sobbed, looking at the deep abrasions on her cheeks and the scratches on her forehead, while her lips were puffy and bruised – but no match for her left eye, which was swollen shut, the other eye just barely functional. Her nose was bleeding and possibly broken, her hair disheveled.

“I did.” Christian confirmed softly, taking his hand and wiping the tears that were falling from her cheeks. “But to be fair, I did warn you that if you got attached what would happen.”

Sorrow’s body shook from the intense pain she was in and combining that with the uncontrollable tears, it was a sad sight to see.

“Shh, don’t cry love. No matter how ugly you are you’ll always have a place in my heart. You are still the same eleven year old I fell for all those years ago and I intend to honor our vows.” Christian promised, his hand going to the snaps on her night shirt and popping them away, slow and sensual.

“I wasn’t getting attached. I felt sorry for him, he didn’t ask for this-just as we didn’t ask for this. You couldn’t help to be born to a monster and I could not stop my fate. In a sense, we are all the same.” Sorrow sighed, facing Christian and wrapping her arms around him, burying her face into his chest carefully.

Christian didn’t reply but rather kissed the side of her temple and embraced her back, rocking his body slowly so that Sorrow’s followed.

“You are still my naïve little Sorrow. That is why I love you, it’s why I’ve always loved you.” Christian whispered while one of his hands went to her stomach and gingerly began to rub it. “And to think we’re going to have a beautiful child together. Perhaps the Heavens are in our favor after all.”

Sorrow nodded silently, eventually detangling herself from Christian.

“I need to get ready,, your father will be here soon and he wants punctual and perfect. I must attempt to be so. Would you help me?” Sorrow asked, sniffling a little, trying to clear her stopped up nose. The crook in it not helping.

Christian smiled, preening a piece of hair from her face.

“Anything for you darling, although we might want to start with your nose.” Christian said, reaching up to re-break the cartridge and set the nose back to where it originally was before.

Sorrow only gasped when Christian reset it, touching it tenderly.

“Thank you.” Sorrow breathed before undressing fully and walking into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

She took a moment to turn the shower on and glance back at the mirror. She hated who she saw, she hated who she was. Christian made her so weak but when she looked into his stormy eyes, touched his blonde hair and swooned at his kind words – she was always putty in his hands, even if he did hurt her. Sometimes she needed to be reminded that she wasn’t in charge and that Christian would take care of her. It had always been that way – though yesterday had been the worst he’d ever hurt her. It was probably nothing in comparison with what he did to Harry. She had heard Harry screaming clear in the room but had no strength to confront Christian. Even now her energy was spent and she knew that it was only going to get more drained as the day went on – if only she knew, something more sinister laid ahead and it was only a matter of hours before it would strike the hearts of all that resided in that cabin – Christian included.

Notes

Chapters 11 and 12 will have the extreme torture - well, torture with a twist although i think the toe breaking was cringe worthy. Who here hates Christian? lol *raises hand* although I do love him for his certain charm but he is a monster - and in the next few chapters you, the readers will get to see exactly how dark e can get. Enjoy!