Stockholm Syndrome - A Harry Styles Fic

The hour seemed to pass in a blur. Sorrow got dressed into the desired short blue dress that Christian had set out for her and applied makeup and bandaging to her brutally mauled face to try to look as presentable as possible. Her pain tolerance was borderline high and Christian had given her a few oxycodone to help with the pain.

“I’m going to go blindfold Harry again, father will have a conniption if he finds him like that.” Christian said as he poked his head into the room while Sorrow stared deeply into the mirror. He stopped and glanced at her trouble stare. “You look as amazing as ever, baby. Don’t worry about the scars, everything should heal up just as before.”

Sorrow didn’t turn to him this time, a conflicting look in her eyes.

“I just want to know that when I have this baby, that you won’t hurt them. That you will stop hurting me. I want our child to be raised in a nonviolent environment. I love you Chris but I need this to stop. You are not your father.” Sorrow insisted, this time turning to him, her hand still delicately holding the blue ribbon for her hair.

Christian smiles and walked toward her, taking hold of her shoulders and facing her to look at herself in the mirror again, taking it from her hands and grabbing a hold of her hair rather abruptly, bunching it in a neat pile to be tied.

“If it’s a boy, I will raise him right, I will raise him as I would want a gentleman to treat a lady right before he kills her and if it is a girl, I will protect her with my last dying breath. I will teach her how to be strong – like you. I will tell her I love her and tell her stories of how beautiful the world is but she must also know that in this organization that she will never see that beauty. She will never want for anything because she will never have anything but the love of two parents. One dedicated to his father and the other…a simple bargaining chip.” Christian responded in a melancholy way, tying the satin fabric under her hair and into a near bow.

She turned with the tears falling freeing down her cheeks.

“You could no sooner protect our daughter than you could our son from this fate. If your father were to rape our daughter, would you stand and say nothing? Could you just stand there and-“

Christian’s slap was brutal but he said nothing else on the matter, reaching into his pocket and handing her a handkerchief.

“Wipe your face, one of the cuts reopened.” He shrugged as he went to get Harry resituated.

Sorrow let the sobs rack her body once she made sure Christian wasn’t coming back at that second and looked to the mirror.

“I can’t bring a child into this. I can’t-“She sobbed and went to sit on the bed to attend to her open wound.

*

Christian marched down the hall, his anger seething and unrelenting. He unlocked the basement door and right up to Harry, over towering him. All the terrified boy could do was glance up in silent agony – although the sobs racking his chest and down his eyes made Christian hold back from his impulses.

“This is nothing personal man. Although I will give you one warning, if you try getting friendly with my girl again I will rip your eye out with a spoon and make you eat it. I hope we understand each other.” Christian warned, bending down to pick the blindfold up and take pleasure at the amount of fear that showed in his captive’s eyes. “Such pretty eyes to. If it were up to me I wouldn’t much care but you don’t know my father. Man, if you thought I was rough around the edges, my father makes me look like a fun party.” Christian smiled, gently reaching to wipe the tears from Harry’s face. “Quit getting so worked up, as long as you do what you’re supposed to do then you will be fine.” Christian explained casually, knowing his words were having little comfort.

“Hml.” Harry pleaded through the gag, his body unable to quit shaking, nor his will to stop sobbing. He knew it made him look weak but the pain was downright unbearable.

Christian debated with himself before reaching to untie Harry’s gag, letting it drop around his neck.

“Please make it stop, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I fought you. Please, please. It hurts so much.” Harry sobbed, his body shaking so hard that Christian became slightly concerned that Harry might be going into shock from the sudden breakage of his toe and other trauma suffered from his time in the basement but that was the point. To break him with any means necessary, so he couldn’t let the boy get under his skin.

“Well I hit your toe with a hammer, of course it’s going to hurt you stupid idiot. Why would I help stop your pain? You’ve been a prick since you’ve been brought here. I think a little pain will remind you where you are and who’s in charge. Which would be me. I am your God, Harry. I get to decide if you live or if you die. I have your life in the balance and if you don’t want it abruptly ended, I would think you’d do best with seeing things my way.”

Harry nodded, although a bit shamefully, he just didn’t have the energy or will to argue.

“I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry. If you won’t give me anything for pain then knock me out. Anything is b-better than this.” Harry pleaded, staring straight into Christian’s unforgiving eyes as he struggled with his words.

Christian tried reading the boy but gave up when all he saw was the pathetic look Harry was giving him. Unlike Sorrow, he was immune to the pleas and the looks of prisoners, he truly was his father’s son.

“I think you need the reminder Harry. I’ll have Sorrow come in to feed you when supper is served tonight but I would not expect anything before then. It’s going to be a busy day and depending on what father says, you’ll be in a lot more pain before it’s out. He’ll more than likely want to have some of the tats removed.” Christian explained as he reached for the gag, which caused Harry to move back from his grasp.

“Wait, please?” Harry pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion, watching Christian’s hands pause.

“You’re not going to get me to change my mind.” Christian told him decidedly but waited to see what the boy would say.

“D-do you love her?” Harry asked, his eyes still keeping the stare to the slightly older man.

“Yes.” Christian confirmed emotionlessly, this time reaching to slip the gag back in Harry’s mouth, noticing the blisters at the sides of his mouth but choosing to ignore the pathetic sight.

“She’s my property. Mine to do with as I wish but if it makes any difference to you I have more respect than she’d get in a brothel or as a sex slave. She is well taken care of and you would do best to keep out of it. She loves me and you can give her nothing. You’re here to be broken – you are nothing anymore and you better get used to that idea because no one will find you. You would die before that could ever happen.” With that he reached behind his head at the knot and yanked the ends taunt, standing and leaving.

Harry bowed his head and looked at the ground in defeat, only looking up when Christian came back in with the blindfold still in his hands.

“I’m a complete idiot today too apparently.” He said with no amusement, waving the blindfold and walking back to Harry.

Harry whimpered as the blindfold was put roughly over his eyes and secured, his world thrown into darkness once again.

“Now don’t get into too much trouble. I’ll be in to check on you later.” Christian smirked, patting his cheek sardonically before leaving the singer tusked, gagged and blinded once again.

Harry waited until the basement door was shut and locked before he started struggling for all he was worth. He knew if he didn’t find a way out, he never would.

*

It was exactly a few hours later that the ring of the bell alerted the couple to the presence of Christian’s father – Jason and his boss, Jackson.

“Father,” Christian greeted, opening up the door and moving to let the men in. “Mr. Jackson. It has been years.”

The older gentlemen smiled warmly at Christian.

“I haven’t seen you since you were yay big,” Jackson gestured. “You have grown into such a strapping young man. Your father must be very proud. Speaking of, where is that beautiful girl of yours? It’s been forever, she was such a breathtaking little thing.”

Christian smiled and gestured.

“Please come and get settled in, I’ll go and get her.”

He went back and found Sorrow sitting idle on the bed, looking at the ground in a daze.

“Mr. Jackson wishes to see you, come out and grace us with your beautiful smile.” Christian ordered, walking to the bed and guiding her to stand, wrapping his arm within hers.

“I don’t want the baby.” Sorrow finally spoke, her voice breaking while she tried to get a grip on her sanity. She didn’t know why she blurted that out but it wasn’t a lie. She would be damned if her child would be subjected to such abuse and loneliness.

Christian ignored her and walked her out the door and down into the small living room to the couch area by the fire where Jackson and Jason sat. When she entered they both stood respectively. Although a moment later Jackson could be heard taking in a sharp inhale of breath at the severely battered woman.

“Good heavens child! What on earth?!” Jackson yelled and rushed to her, Jason following his bosses lead.

“Son, what-what the fuck? Explain yourself!” Jason was quick to slap Christian in the head sharply, which meant he had ten seconds to tell his father what he wanted to know or get the shit kicked out of him.

“She was getting attached to the prisoner. I felt to take the appropriate action. She needed to be punished. She is mine and I may do with her as I please, I felt this appropriate. Besides father, we have something to tell you.” Christian replied, shoving Sorrow to speak.

“Oh son…” Jason trailed off, shaking his head sadly while Jackson reached out to touch the young girl’s chin, turning it slightly.

“I’ll have a doctor brought out right away, she looks to need stitches those cuts aren’t clotting.” He turned toward Christian, a stern look on his face. “A real man never strikes a lady over what he assumes, it’s what he knows for sure. You know how kind she can be. Be it animal or human. If you remember back when she was thirteen – the injured kitten she found outside here? Remember she nursed it back to health?” Jackson reminded patiently while his thumb gently massaged her lower jaw.

“That black kitten? The one whose neck I snapped when she didn’t kiss me?” Christian smirked, remembering the memory fondly.

Sorrow’s body started to shake, she needed to sit down.

Jackson guided her to the couch and sat with her, watching the sobs start to rack her body.

“Aw sweetheart don’t cry, I’ll buy you another cat if you’d like. Shhh.” Jackson soothed, pulling the girl into a hug to try and comfort her.

“I don’t want the baby!” She yelled, pulling away from the older man and sobbing into her hands. “I don’t want the baby!” She screamed even louder, which caused Jason to sit on the other side of the couch, rubbing her back – although the action seemed a bit forced.

“What baby? Sorrow sweetie, what on earth are you on about child?” Jason asked with calm confusion. He had no idea what she was on about but he was getting a vague idea.

“I’m pregnant and Christian’s the father and I’m not a kind person! I treated Harry horribly the first week he was here because Christian left me in charge. I didn’t know what to do. Harry wasn’t expected for another week and I wasn’t attached! I wasn’t attached!” Sorrow sobbed hysterical.

Jason looked at Christian with annoyance.

“I hope you’re fucking happy son. You broke your girlfriend, congrats. The object was to break Harry. Wrong person, Christian.”

Jackson soothed Sorrow and looked at Jason.

“I’ll have my doctor perform the necessary procedure.” Jackson started but was interrupted.

“No, that is my child! I’ll be damned if you’re taking them away from me.” Christian glowered, his hands balling into fists.

I don’t want a child brought into this type of environment unless you can get control on your son. I know you’re a loose cannon sometimes Jason but I expect better with your son, he’s supposed to be this future and his force thus far is unnecessary. I’d like to borrow him for a few months if you’ll allow me. I believe I can teach him how to curb his intuition and gain control. He’s not learning it here.”

Jason looked at Sorrow who was hugging desperately to Jackson – which caused him to curb wanting to choke her for getting his son in trouble.

“Not at all Jackson, sir. A few months will do him good,” Jason agreed, glaring silently at Sorrow. “Who will be his replacement? There needs to be someone here to watch and control the hostage if he gets out of control.”

“My son, William. I will send for him before we leave. I suggest your son cancel any pre-arrangements he may be engaged with and have his things packed. It seems you have not taught him right and he is acting on impulse. If you remember I broke you of that. I intend to carry the tradition.” Jackson scolded before a sigh escaped his lips, hearing Sorrow had quieted some. He pushed her away gently and guided her face to his. “You are beautiful sweetheart and we’ll get you fixed up.” He promised soothingly.

“I don’t want the baby, I don’t want-“She shook her head, going quiet when Jackson shushed her again.”

“Christian is coming to live with me a few months so I can train him to control himself. When he comes back I promise you, he will be the perfect gentleman – like my son. You remember William, yes?”

Sorrow perked up a little. She remember William being the one that had taken care of her the first few days she was kept in the basement before being sent away and Christian replacing him, which got her out of the chair a little faster but had she known she would be raped by Christian’s dad – the chair hadn’t been a bad alternative.

“Yes, he used to call me sniffles…when I first came here and you had tied me to the chair to stop me from trying to escape.” Sorrow frowned as she cleared her throat and trying to get herself under control, she knew crying wasn’t helping and her emotions were running rabid.

“I apologize about that. I don’t think we’ll need to take such measures again. Speaking of, may I meet your guest? I’ve been excited to make his acquaintance since I’ve learned about him coming to stay here with us.”

Jason nodded, standing up to show him where he was staying.

“No problem, he’s in the basement. Follow me,” Jason gestured, looking to his son who had a look to kill on his face and directing it at Sorrow. “Son? Why don’t you follow us, give you two sometime apart.”

Christian stood up but he didn’t follow right away, he was now making his way at Sorrow.

Sorrow’s eyes widened as she manage to stand and run from the room, straight to the basement – Christian hot on her heels as she unlocked the door and pushed it open, running inside and falling towards Harry only a few feet away.

“Christian!” Jackson yelled, having ran after him, restraining him before he could kill the girl.

“Look! She is attached! She ran to him!” Christian seethed, trying to get at her again but was now held back by Jackson and his father.

“She’s scared Chris, look at her! She will run to a place she feels safe. This was her home for years. It’s not Harry! It’s where she was kept – you need help Christian, you do and I am to see that you get it.” Jackson promised, letting him go when he felt Christian falter some.

“Screw you and your help!” Christian yelled but thought better of it when Jackson took his pistol out and pointed it at the base of the young man’s head, cocking the trigger back and pulling the trigger.

Notes

Ok that's intense the chapter ran over the next chapter it's going to get climactic and graphic I know promises promises but you cannot rush a torture scene or things needing to be covered before then. I hope you like it as chapter 12 WILL be the torture scene. Sorry it's taking so long but...can't be rushed. I do hope however that you like this chapter.