Stockholm Syndrome - A Harry Styles Fic

Harry slumped against the ropes in defeat. He had never been so miserable in his life and his body riddled with exhaustion. Not even the sleep seemed to help with the fatigue that had set in and he almost found himself wishing to meet Christian just so he could get some answers.

He breathed in through his nose and exhaled through it slowly, his eyes scanning the wall he was facing in pure boredom. The smell in the basement was getting to be overwhelming.

God help me.

He thought for a millionth time to the heavens, trying to keep his mind busy, trying to remember the first thing he’d do when he returned home. It was the only thing keeping him sane.

Somewhere during his first thought and is current, a door somewhere inside the house could be heard slamming, followed by a commotion of voices. This perked Harry up as he listened the best he could since they were so far away.

What’s going on? Harry asked himself while struggling to turn around. When that didn’t work he started to struggle again, attempting to kick his feet off the wall so he could tip his chair. Unfortunately when he tried, it pulled on his wrists, which in turn stopped him from kicking his feet out.

Fuck! Harry cursed in his head at the new found pain that coursed through him.

“Helm!” Harry cried out, grimacing from his dry throat. He could swear the inside was rubbed raw thanks to the yelling he had done when he woke up from the injection the bitch had given to him.

He sighed in frustration when his voice didn’t carry. He’d simply have to wait for the girl or whoever to come down and tell him what was happening.

Luckily he wasn’t waiting long, a half hour at the most. When the basement door opened however, his relief gave way to humility.

“Oh God, what in the hell died down here?”

Harry’s cheeks blushed a crimson red. The whole situation was an embarrassment and although it was no fault of his own and he couldn’t help it, it still was something that didn’t need pointed out.

“No one. He’s been down here a few days.” The girl replied timidly, seeming to trail behind the man like a long lost puppy dog.

“You didn’t let him use the bathroom? How long’s he been in that chair?” The man demanded, his attention now on the girl.

“Six days, I was afraid he’d try and overpower me and no commands were given before your departure on the situation. I didn’t even realize that he’d be coming this week. About three days in I gave him some water and a few bites of yogurt. He got belligerent and I tranquilized him, leaving him here to his own devices until you got back.”

The man walked over to Harry and came around the front so the singer could get a clearer picture of him.

“Where’s his blindfold?” The man asked, his frown deepening.

“Soaking in urine.” The girl pointed down without hesitation as Harry’s cheeks burned a tomato crimson.

The man sighed and caught Harry’s eyes.

“Hey Harry, my name is Christian. I suspect you’ve heard my name mentioned a few times during your stay, yes?”

Harry nodded, closing his eyes and flinching back when the man reached for his face.

“Easy there, I’m just getting your gag. We have a lot to discuss,” His attention was then to the girl. “Sorrow, darling? Would you mind getting our guest a bottle of water? Considering you’ve neglected to do so these past few days.”

Harry looked at the girl wordlessly as the gag was untied and pulled from him finally freeing his mouth and allowing the intake of proper air.

“Tha-Tha-“Harry attempted to thank the man but the words wouldn’t leave his mouth.

The man smiled.

“Don’t mention it.”

Harry didn’t bother to speak, he simply studied the man like the man was doing to him. He could only imagine what he looked like after six days tied to a chair.

“You’ve been tied up like this for six days straight?” The man asked pointedly, his eyes going to Harry’s wrists, gingerly touching them to study the extensive damage that had been done, mumbling something under his breath.

Harry nodded but could do nothing else.

“I’m sorry, Sorrow is still in training. I will make sure this does not happen again,” Christian promised, patting Harry on the shoulder almost apologetically. “Once we go over some things we’ll help get you cleaned off and set up on the floor.”

Harry swallowed and watched the unhappy look that crossed the other man’s face. While Christian looked a few years older than himself, the girl- Sorrow, looked a year or two younger. Which made him question where she came in to play in all of this. Why was she even there?

He didn’t have to wait long for the girl to come back with a water bottle.

Christian grabbed it from her hand and without any hesitation he backhanded her hard across the face. What was perhaps even the most surprising was that she didn’t even cry out. She simply held her cheek with a look of surprise.

“This prisoner is very valuable. I believe I’ve stressed this enough before leaving you in charge for those few days and come to hear that you neglected said hostage. We’re responsible for him until the organization deems it otherwise. I want no more mishaps, if he looks to need something you are to ask him what, if he looks to be in discomfort for any reason you are to check on him. Have I made myself clear?”

Sorrow nodded and eyed Harry almost disdainfully but agreed to the older man’s request.

Christian smiled and gently combed his fingers through her hair, pulling her towards him and kissing her on the mouth.

“That’s my girl.”

The girl didn’t say anything, she simply smiled and walked away to leave Christian and Harry to their privacy.

When the girl disappeared his attention was back on Christian.

“Sorrow normally is very attentive to our hostages. I don’t know what’s gotten into her but I’ll see she submits to your needs whilst in our care.” Christian reassured as he opened the water bottle and put it to Harry’s lips.

Harry drank the water calmly but his body suffered a lot of abuse the past six days and his psyche was breaking down from being kept in the dark.

“Why am I here?” Harry panted after gulping down nearly all of the bottle.

Christian smiled at Harry’s confused look and recapped the bottle.

“You’re here because the organization wants you to be. Sorrow and I were given the task of breaking you but not to our normal stature as we would other hostages. Someone is paying a huge bounty for you and they need you somewhat submissive when you’re brought to them.” Christian answered earnestly.

“And if I don’t break? What will the organization do then?” Harry challenged, his eyes shyly looking away from Christian’s as his stare wavered. He didn’t want to know the answer, something in his gut tightened.

“Everyone breaks eventually Harry and the ones who don’t do it fast enough are tortured or their family members are brought here and slaughtered in front of them.”

Harry’s head snapped back to Christian’s so fast he could have sworn his neck cracked from the sheer force.

“If you touch my family you better damn well make sure you kill me after because as God as my witness, I will make you regret-“

Christian slapped his hand over Harry’s mouth, tisking him with the calm shake of his head.

“Now, now Harry, do be civil about this. Empty threats are useless considering you’re about as threatening as a bunny rabbit while you’re tied up like that.”

He removed his hand from the singer’s mouth and smiled.

“Untie me then. I’m sure I could take you in a fair fight.” Harry challenged, his eyes sharp with malice and his tone underlined a weak growl.

Christian threw his head back and laughed.

“I’m sure you could, Harry. I’ve no doubt in my mind that you could but the thing is-“ He trailed off lightly putting his hand to his shoulder and squeezing painfully. “If it’s a fair fight you’re after, you may find I don’t play much by the rules – but if you truly believe you could take me in a fight then let’s take a bet on it.”

Harry’s eye brows cocked upward.

“Alright, what are the stakes? What could I possibly offer yo-“

Christian interrupted him.

“The stakes are, if you win I set you free. If I win, you remain down here as planned. Nothing gained, nothing lost.”

“Except my freedom.” Harry muttered.

“You’ll be no worse off than before. At least this gives you a chance, right?” Christian asked with a grin as big as the Cheshire cat.

“Fine, untie me then and let’s get to it.” Harry agreed as he mentally prepared himself. He knew he could take this guy on with no problem.

Christian’s smile grew unnaturally bigger as he stood up.

“Who said anything about untying you?”

Harry’s mouth dropped open in shock as he started to struggle against his bonds in anger.

“How in the bloody fuck am I supposed to fight you like this!?” Harry yelled, watching Christian like a hawk as he cracked his knuckles.

“I don’t know Harry, that’s your problem but you better think fast.” Christian responded calmly before lashing out at his restrained captive.

Harry didn’t expect Christian’s punch to be so brutal. It was like being hit by a professional wrestler and he half suspected that his captor had been doing this for a long time. The hits were precise and direct, which meant Christian was aiming to hurt him and taking no mercy.

“Stop!” Harry begged as he was pummeled to near unconsciousness. In fact, it was the last punch to the side of his head that sent the lights fading from his vision, another punch to the cheek finished the job. The gleam from his eyes leaving him as he finally succumbed to its beautiful darkness.

Notes

One more Harry chapter then I'll be switching back to 1D to see what's going on there. Enjoy.