The Silence That Surrounds: Screams of the Damned

Narrator’s POV:

“Get the fuck up you cunt!” Blade hissed viciously while grabbing Sophia’s bad arm and dragging her violently from the small couch.

She startled awake instantly, her feet blindly searching the floor to catch her footing but Blade simply shoved her with force into the wall, watching her body collide with it and fall down.

“Hey! Don’t you dare bloody touch her like that!” Andros whisper-yelled so he didn’t wake up Lily. The girl still wasn’t up but that was to expected when she fell asleep around four A.M. According to the clocks it was only seven.

“Bite me, Deprave. You get no say how I treat the slag and boss told ME to bring her to the basement. You got to get the prisoners ready and Dawson says he wants no disruptions from our little emo girl here so she’s being locked downstairs for a few. He also told me to tell you should there be any concerns with that, that you can take it up with him. He also told me that you will oversee Styles personally. He will be bathed, dressed and restrained in the full body jacket like he was coming here –“ Blade smirked with sadistic glee, bending down and fisting Sophia’s hair, yanking her back to her feet.

Sophia let out a loud whimper but Blade quickly backhanded her, laughing all the same.

Andros hauled back and threw out a punch but Blade was quick to deflect it.

“Not smart, Deprave. I’m only making our little guest feel welcome. Oh, before I forget – Dawson also wants Damien Styles little protégé sedated. Don’t think you’ll be able to bathe him otherwise. Good luck. Excuse me, I got to take the princess here to her castle and get her nice and comfy. Isn’t that right, fucking bird?” He cooed, his sharpened teeth close to her face.

“Andros, please don’t let him hurt –“ Sophia cried but Blade threw a punch at her jaw, effectively quieting her.

“Blade, please stop.” Andros begged his hand reaching out to Sophia with concern in his eyes but all Blade did was jerk her away and smile.

“I won’t hurt the cunt. Seriously, Andros –you’re weak, mate. You’re too soft for your own good. That’s why Elliott has you looking out for his little Lily because she’s weak too. I bet you that Eli is the only one of these two kids that’s going to make it to adulthood. She has the survival, the instinct – shit, she’s fucking hot, mate. Lily doesn’t have any of those thin-” Blade started but a sharp punch to his Adam’s apple by Sophia whose good arm had been left free cut that speech short.

Blade dropped her, gasping for air, his hands going to his throat.

Andros pulled Sophia to him, her eyes a colorful storm.

“Don’t you fucking ever say anything like that about Lily again! You piece of –“ Andros covered her mouth and guided her quickly from the room, down the hall and to the kitchen where Elliott was.

“Blade was using unneeded brute force. I know my orders with the Styles boy, I’m getting him ready now but I don’t want Blade anywhere around Lily or Sophia. He’s tried harming both. Sophia with violence and Lily with words.”

Elliott sat at the table sipping his morning coffee and reading the newspaper looking unconcerned.

“Blade will accompany Sophia to the basement. He will lock her in the cage until Styles and the other 2 lads leave. He has his orders, if she was fighting him –“ Elliott paused and looked to see Sophia’s angry, tear streaked face looking back at him. He smiled and got up, walking to her and using his finger to wipe away the stray tears. “I love seeing you cry. There is just something satisfying seeing your anguish reflecting back. The hurt, the pain – your eyes are so beautiful that if you had no purpose to me, I would cut them out and preserve them in a glass jar to look at.” He chuckled, seeing her take a step back.

“Don’t worry love, your purpose is to look after my daughter and my job is to make you stronger. Styles has weakened you but I can toughen you up, make you perfect. It’s the only way you’re going to survive in this world. Now – you will be a good lass and go with Blade. If I find you resisted him in any way, you will be punished.” Elliott warned, seeing Blade stumble out from down the hall.

Andros gave her a sympathetic look, bringing her good hand to his lips and kissing it gently inn reassurance.

Blade growled and grabbed her hair and pulled it with all his strength, forcing her down onto her knees with brutality.

She cried out and put her hand over his but he pulled harder, nearly snapping her neck from the unnatural angle.

“This is your fucking place you fucking slag. Know it and learn to love it because Styles can’t protect you anymore. Neither can Andros. Face it, princess, you are mine. So let’s go get you acquainted with your temporary castle while fag-boy here showers and cleans up your ex-gang leader.”

Elliott laughed, his eyes sparkling with each tear that fell from Sophia’s.

“Be a little gentler, Blade lad. Tis better to be gentle than to be cruel. Andros?” He paused and took out a syringe full of clear liquid.

“I want Styles sedated. While this shot won’t prevent him from talking, his muscles from the neck down will be completely locked and asleep. Meaning he won’t be able to move let alone hold his bladder. So I set some clothes for him in the bathroom. He and his mates will wear protective clothing for their trip to The Cage. The underwear I set out for them is designed to be sure there’s no accidents. In addition to those I have a pair of plastic shorts to go over them just in case and a reinforced layer that will go into the crotch linking of the underwear for extra absorbency. He will be wearing a pair of stretch pants and a long button down cotton shirt. He will be permitted no shoes or socks. When he is dressed the anti-transmittance device band will go on his left wrist and be activated. From there he goes in the jacket.” Elliott explained in detail, watching Blade laugh and tug Sophia away by her hair. He wanted her to hear what they were going to do and when she tried to protest Blade simply grabbed her mouth and drug her away.

Andros observed with hatred brewing in his veins for Blade but he could do nothing to stop him – Elliott’s orders.

Andros grabbed the syringe and made his way back toward the hall but Elliott stopped him.

“Smith will need help with Louis. Get Harry washed off and freshened up, Louis will be next and then Zayn. See that he bathes Tomlinson extra well as I believe the lad may have shit himself.” Elliott laughed, sitting back down to continue to read his newspaper. “Oh and Andros? If you’re having any thoughts to helping these boys in any way, don’t forget that your brother might still be alive and one phone call from me could end that so be a good lad and don’t do anything stupid, hm?” Elliott advised casually, picking his mug up to take another sip of his caffeinated brew.

“I won’t sir. You have my word as always.” Andros replied and headed in the direction of the prisoner’s room to sedate Styles.

*

Sophia felt herself tumbling down the few steps of the basement, Blade having pushed her, making her tumble. She landed with a small cry on her bad hand, her wrist cracking under the force and weight.

“Get up you fucking slut!” Blade growled, walking down the stairs and forcing her up by her pretty nightshirt, ripping it as he did so.

“Please stop! I didn’t do anything to you.” She cried, sobs heaving deeply in her chest.

“No, you didn’t but a fucking prisoner needs to know their place and sweetheart? You are nothing around here. You and Andros are both NOTHINGS.” He spat before physically spitting at her feet, taking her hair and forcing her onto her knees into the disgusting saliva.

Sophia cradled her bad hand but Blade took hold of the sling and pulled it from her body.

“Until Styles and his gang are gone, you’ll be cuffed in that cage.” He pointed to the locket type confines that Harry had been forced into when they were kidnapped.

“Please! I’m begging you not to do this to me, I won’t try to stop you – any of –“ Blade punched her across the mouth to silence her cries.

“No, you know what the real problem is? Women like you think they can bat their pretty little eyelashes and get the world handed to them. You are a prisoner here, little Ms. Stone. Granted, a higher statured prisoner thanks to Lily taking a liking to you but a captive nonetheless. Worthless and replaceable,” He seethed but with an evil grin to accompany his harsh words.

“I think someone should show you exactly where your place is.” He growled, grabbing her hair again while his other yanked the zipper of his jeans down and pulled out his thick, long member.

Sophia’s eyes widened.

“No!” She begged but he thrusts it to her mouth anyhow, forcing it open and to the back of her throat.

“If you bite me, I will snap Harry’s neck. I will kill your friends one by one and make you watch. Elliott’s orders be damned. Now fucking suck me off you fucking worthless slag!” He moved his hips forward, making her gag.

“Nope, take me in, whore. Take all of me in! Now suck you worthless piece of useless rubbish!” He thrust, her muffled cries being heard from around his dick.

Sophia didn’t know how to remain strong in this situation. All she could think about was Harry. All she could feel was Damien’s disgusting touch on her, forcing her to do the same thing…only last time she wasn’t afraid to bite Damien. This time with Blade, he had her gang upstairs and would hurt them. So she did the one thing she would never have done – she gave in, tears rolling down her face like raindrops.

Blade groaned as her lips gently massaged his shaft, making him force her head deeper.

She wondered if there was a way to get hold of another pill – if the pill was as painless as Broker claimed it was. Surely Elliott would have something like it around the house and come hell or high water she was going to bloody find it and end it once and for all.

Sophia jerked her head back when he pulled out of her mouth, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“HARRY! HARRY, ANDROS! SOMEONE HELP ME!” She begged but no one came and Blade just laughed.

“Darling, they’re busy and Harry can’t help you. You are mine but you know what? They say don’t use up your toy all at once so we’ll give that pretty little mouth a break.” Blade decided, putting his dick back in his pants and zipping them up.

Sophia’s hair was grabbed again and he walked her to the locker like cage and opened it.

Her back hit the cage, Blade’s arm holding her against it while he reached behind him into his pocket and produced two pairs of handcuffs.

Without hesitation he attached one end to the metal cage and the other to her good hand. He made sure to click them together until they pinched her skin unbearably, causing her to cry out.

“Angel? Shut up or I’ll give you a reason to cry.” Blade said, grabbing a finger next to her broken fingers and in one quick movement there was a snap –and then pain.

“Three is a lucky number. You now have three broken fingers. My welcome present to you, enjoy!” He laughed, raising his voice above the screaming emitting from her mouth so she would hear him.

“I think you need some quiet time, baby. Here, let me help with that.” He said, taking a piece of cloth from his pocket and shoving the heavy material in between her teeth, knotting it in the back tightly before he attached the other pair of cuffs apart from where the others were attached. In the end, Sophia looked like she was being crucified.

“Bye baby, enjoy hanging around. I’ll get Andros to come get you when he’s done sending your leader away.” Blade called cheerily whole waving and walking away, leaving Sophia to stand there in pain. Her voice muffled greatly against the heavy cloth set between her teeth.

*

Harry looked up at the opening door, Andros walking in and over to him.

He had only awoken a few minutes ago, his eyes slumping back in his head.

“Morning, Harry.” Andros said, looking dejected as he knelt down and showed him the sedative. “I have to inject this into you and the others. What this drug does is completely relax your whole body. You will still be able to talk, blink and move your head but from the neck down you will be unable to move, Elliott’s orders.” He explained, uncapping the syringe and bringing it to Harry’s neck.

Harry flinched as it pierced his skin but showed no other reaction otherwise.

“It’s fast acting. Give it about fifteen minutes.” Andros said, shifting around to remove Harry’s gag.

The cloth fell away, making Harry cough.

Andros took the bottle of water from beside the lead gang member and put the spout to his lips.

Harry drank half the bottle to get his fill and turning his head from it when he was full.

For a moment they were quiet, each in their own thoughts until Harry looked back to the older bloke, a quisitive look reflecting in his jaded green eyes.

“Is Sophia okay? I heard her crying earlier.” Harry asked, frowning when his hands fell slack against the chains holding them up as he also noticed his body getting heavier and he did not like the feeling at all.

Andros noticed and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m sorry,” He told Harry truthfully. “You’re going to be okay though.” He reassured, dropping his hand when the door opened, Smith coming in with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Good morning ladies and lads.” He chuckled, heading right for Louis and Zayn.

“Morning, Smith.” Andros greeted kindly, flinching when Smith grabbed Louis’s shirt and hauled him up from his laying position, dragging Zayn with him. The poor lads had still been asleep.

“Boss says you’re going to help me scrub these two down once you get through bathing Jesus there.” Smith smiled, reaching over and giving Louis’s head a hard head rub with his knuckles.

“Fum yuhm fumhrm!” Louis yelled – well, tried to yell. The heavy cloth set between his teeth did a great job at muffling his insults.

Smith chuckled and ripped the gag from Louis’s mouth, forcing their faces inches apart.

“Wanna repeat that, twinkle toes?” He baited, watching with glee as Louis’s eyes turning a deep dark black.

“I said, fuck you fucktard. Fuck your mother, fuck your sister, fuck your brother and fuck your great grandmother twice removed right up the arse you fucking fucked fuckhead!” Louis growled before hauling his neck back and bringing it forward – their foreheads colliding with a loud thwack.

Smith let out a cry of anguish as Louis gathered his spit and hawked one in Smith’s face to add insult to injury. By this time Andros was already up and dragging Smith from Louis before Smith ended up killing the lad.

“And fuck your father! He should have pulled out and spat you into the loo bowl you disgusting piece of sorry excuse for a human!” Louis raged, trying to struggle against the chains but only ended up making Zayn groan from pain.

“Lou? Mate, that’s enough. It’s okay.” Harry calmed, gaining the shorter boy’s attention.

“No it’s not Harry! I don’t know how they brainwashed you but it’s not okay! Damien has been starving us for over a week, punishing us for YOUR disappearance. He’s had Liam and Niall grilled for information why your tracker wasn’t working and accused them of removing it! Hazza, Broker is dead! Eli shot him point blank in the head. She murdered him in cold blood when he was trying to get away. So no, it’s not okay. None of this is okay, Harry! None of this will ever be okay. Broker’s dead and it’s my fault, I didn’t know she was going to kill him!” Louis cried, tears finally making their way down his face.

Harry sat in absolute shock at the mention of their friend, Broker was like the father he wished he had. It can’t be true – Broker wasn’t dead.

“No.” Harry shook his head in disbelief trying to move but found his muscles completely unresponsive.

“Harry, I saw it with my own eyes! He was trying to help us.” Louis sniffed, eyes red from the tears still streaking down.

Smith broke from Andros hold and marched back up to Louis, bringing his foot back to kick him but Louis was faster and brought his untied feet up from the ground that Smith hadn’t noticed had been untied from the weight and rabbit kicked him in the balls again.

“Fuck off and leave me alone you fucking dirty mentally challenged tutu wearing closeted –“

“LOUIS!” Harry yelled to stop him from going on. He had only ever seen Louis this upset once and right now, given their situation, he needed the boy to think logical.

Smith was on the ground holding himself and groaning in pain.

“He needs to piss off and leave me the fuck alone or I’ll murder him.” Louis warned, glancing at Andros who held a clear liquid syringe. “Get that the fuck away from me too, Deprave.”

“I’m sorry Louis but I have orders and if I don’t follow them, Sophia and my brother will end up being punished for it.” Andros stated sadly, remembering the look on the poor girl’s face as she was drug off. “Blade has temporary charge of her, he hasn’t been too gentle.”

“Your job is to protect her!” Louis accused, flinching as the needle pricked his neck.

“I tried but was stopped. Elliott gave me the ultimatum. The deal was that if I tried helping you lads in any way, he will punish Sophia and Aiden. If there’s a chance my brother is alive I’m going to do what I can to protect them both. I’m sorry, mates – you’re on your own.”

“We always are.” Louis muttered, the tears still falling. That was concerning as that was something Harry hadn’t seen the bloke actually do before. Broker meant a great deal to all of them and for some reason, he couldn’t fathom the man was dead…he couldn’t.

Andros patted Louis’s shoulder.

“In about fifteen minutes you won’t be able to move anything from the neck down. Given that this is the most powerful muscle relaxant in the black market, the setbacks include temporary incontinence and delayed reaction for the next day or so. You won’t be fighting for at least two days. Once we get you all showered you will be put in some protective clothing for the six hour drive.”

Louis just looked at Andros like he had grown two heads.

“So I’m going to be a fucking infant?” Louis spat in disgust, making Smith force out a gravelly laugh.

“Well, you are sitting in your own piss and shit.” He kept on.

Andros sighed and took hold of Louis’s gag and pulled it back into his mouth before he could insult Smith.

“FUM YU!”

Harry would have rubbed away the headache if he could.

“Lou? It’s alright, it’s going to be okay. I promise.” Harry told him sincerely, glowering at Smith.

“Whatever you say, Jesus. You’ll be dead within a day but I’m glad you have optimism.” Smith smirked, getting up from the ground slowly – wincing.

Harry almost smiled despite herself.

“Let him have some hope, Smith. Come on, help me carry him into the bathroom.” Andros instructed.

Smith rolled his eyes.

“I’ll help you get him into the shower but that’s it. I don’t do well with the stripping, showering or changing of prisoners; especially if they’ve been simmering in their own bodily fluids for a day. I mean he fucking stinks, mate.” He belittled the young gang leader, watching Harry simply hold his head up high.

“Perhaps had we been allowed to use the loo, I could have avoided pissing myself but since you gents were aiming for our humility –“ Harry started but all it landed him was a backhanded smack from Smith.

“Shut the fuck up, curly headed faggot.” He growled.

“Is that the only insult you know? Seriously.” Harry asked, his hands dropping from the shackles. He tried to raise them up but couldn’t.

“Grab his feet.” Andros instructed, watching Smith pull a face.

“Seriously? The piss end? His feet are covered in urine, that’s disgusting!” Smith exclaimed.

Andros rolled his eyes but switched places with him.

“Fine, grab his shoulders. Jesus, you’re acting more like an infant then Louis.” He accused, making Smith smirk.

“Yeah? Well at least I’m not sitting in my own excrement, mate.” He pointed out but traded places with Andros, both picking up the tall lanky boy.

They carried him down the hall while he simply hung there like a ragdoll. It was maddening that he could no longer feel his body and even more so that as someone so independent he hated relying on anyone for anything. His pride was the one thing he held dear and now he had nothing.

He spaced out in his thoughts and only snapped out of it when he was set down in the shower.

“Curly was safely delivered to the shower. Now, if you will excuse me. I’m going to leave before I gag.” Smith saluted before practically skipping out the door in a hurry to get away from what was going to transpire.

Andros rolled his eyes for the millionth time.

“Fucking dick.” Harry muttered, his nose wrinkling in disgust. He even had to admit he smelled rank.

“Tell me about it. Try playing cards with the sod, bastard cheats every bloody time.” Andros revealed but chuckled and reached over, unbuttoning Harry’s shirt.

Harry closed his eyes as his shirt was peeled away from his flesh.

“Jesus H Christ, mate. Who or what did that?” Andros asked, his tone coming out breathless while his finger traced along a recent whip mark.

“Damien. He’s quite the fan of the whip, mate. Once these heal I’ll have about three layers of scar tissue.”

Andros just gawked at his scarred body for a moment, taking each painstakingly agonizing detail before just shaking his head.

“Elliott has other methods, ones that don’t leave physical scars. Your father is a brute.” Andros stated, turning on the water before his hands went to Harry’s sweatpants.

The crisp water fell near them, spraying down into the drain while the hose hung slack from the showerhead extension.

“Tell me something I don’t know. He’s always been this way. Ever since I was thirteen – though, I don’t know why I’m telling you any of this. You don’t give a shit.” He opened his eyes to see concerned ones staring back.

“I’m many things, Harry – many, many things but cruel isn’t one of them. I can only care about what or who I know. I don’t know you but I do know that anyone who is held captive and still fixes a child’s teddy bear can’t be all bad. So, I do care but – I can’t let that override what has to be done. Elliott threatened Sophia, he threatened to kill my brother if he isn’t already. My hands are tied.” Andros frowned, taking the urinated pants and throwing them to the corner of the room.

Harry’s legs revealed deeper mark like punctures but Andros didn’t want to know. In fact, he felt like punching Damien. How can anyone treat someone else in that way?

Regardless of how he felt, Andros took the lavender strawberry mint body soap and doused Harry with a quarter of the bottle.

“Oh God, Lavender strawberry with mint? I’m a bloody bloke! Not some female sheila!” His accent coming out thick. Andros should be thankful Harry couldn’t move anything but his neck.

“Australian now are we, Styles?” Andros laughed in good humor, taking a washcloth and scrubbing down his body. “Quite frankly I’m insulted, that’s my body wash I’m sharing. The girls have princess watermelon peach if you want me to use that. Besides, lavender and mint is supposed to be calming,” Andros defending, bringing the washcloth to Harry’s legs. “Alright, this is about to get a little awkward, mate. Brace yourself.”

Harry felt his junk being moved and Andros was right, not being able to move and being bathed down like an elderly person or infant was downright mortifying.

“I’m going to have to roll you over to get your –“ Andros really didn’t know how to word it but his cheeks were flushed a deep crimson red. He had dealt with prisoners before that needed changed or washed down but they were usually unconscious and he didn’t have to explain what he was doing step by step.

“Mate? My dignity already went out the window when you touched my junk. Just – be quick, yeah?” Harry requested, making Andros nod.

“That Smith bloke is gonna have some real right fun with Louis.” Harry noted as he was rolled over and soaped down.

Harry felt violated in every way possible and he smelled like a lavender strawberry mint chocolate. Not that it was a bad odor compared to how he smelled before. He much preferred smelling girly to smelling like an uncleansed loo.

“Smith is going to probably make me bathe him, he always does with the prisoners. Zayn doesn’t look so bad compared to Louis.” Andros observed, grabbing the same smelling shampoo and dumping a lot on Harry’s hair.

“You have an obsession with Lavender strawberry mint, don’t ya?” Harry asked sarcastically.

“My favorite brand. Ms. Dawson bathed me in the stuff after my punishment and Eli always used it too. Was calming for the nerves. Now she uses a brand call blood of a kitten and Lily loves being able to use mine when I let her.” Andros shrugged.

Harry had a hard time with the brand blood of a kitten let alone dealing with the endless questions surrounding his fate. So he didn’t bother because truthfully, he didn’t really want to know.

The shower went by relatively well – the redressing was a completely different story.

“I am not wearing that!” Harry seethed, looking at the plastic underwear that Andros had been about to put on him. “My hostages in code red status get boxer shorts. Not –“ Harry couldn’t speak. It wasn’t bad enough to have somebody wash you but this was crossing the line.

“Elliott’s orders, Harry. Your bladder is so relaxed it’s vacationing in Jamaica right now. It’s not functioning, it’s not going to do you any favors so Elliott ordered you and the boys into something more practical. Protective boxers will end up leaking.” Andros patiently explained.

“I’d rather piss myself!” Harry growled but couldn’t fight Andros off as he unfolded the plastic garment and put his legs into the whole.

“The Cage isn’t big on showers. You can take them off when you can move and your body is functioning. Until then, you have bigger things to worry about.” Andros advised as he put a longer pad into the garment to help with heavier absorbency.

Harry hit his head against the ground, flinching when the underwear was slid up his legs. He could feel the foreign way they felt between his legs but Andros was right – he had bigger problems to fret.

He looked to see Andros holding a blue pair of rubber shorts, sliding them on without delay.

“Alright, now that that’s finished – which, I apologize about that but Elliott decided these were appropriate for the six hour journey. He reckons you’ll be alright for at least that long.” Andros continued, unfolding the body jacket and placing the black transceiver wristband that will block his signal.

Andros quietly showed it to him, showing that it was turned off.

“You understand?” He made sure.

“Yeah, crystal clearly. Thanks.” Harry responded unhappily but knew this wasn’t the man’s fault. It was Elliott’s.

“You’re welcome, Harry.” Andros responded kindly, placing the black band on his wrist before getting him into the full body straightjacket.

“Good luck with Louis, you’re going to need it.” Harry advised, flinching as he was dragged to the other side of the bathroom and laid down.

“You’ll get to hear it firsthand. Since the prisoner room isn’t exactly sanitary right now, we’ll lay you gents over here. Once we’re done we’ll move you out to the lounge room and wait for your pickup to arrive.” Andros explained but Harry didn’t say anything. He simply chose to block the rest out, it was too much for his over worried mind to handle.

Andros sighed and walked over to one of the far coverts, opening it and taking out a piece of red silk-like cloth.

“Sorry about this Harry but Elliott wants you gagged.”

Harry didn’t reply anything, he blinked a few times but said nothing else.

“Alright, let me tie this and then I’ll go get Louis.” Andros said, kneeling down and slipping the silk cloth into his mouth.

Harry felt it being tied around his head, knotting securely at the back.

Andros patted his shoulder on top of the jacket and left to go get Louis.

*

“I will murder you! YOU’RE DEAD! You nut-haired fucktarded lame brained whore fucker!” Louis screamed as water was forced at his face by Smith.

Smith had been head butted and spat at again, which prompted Andros to take the safe approach and stay away from his head. Smith however, was still angry that Louis bested him.

Louis gasped for breath as the cold water burned like ice. Smith hadn’t bothered to turn the hot water on so when it hit Louis it has been painful.

Andros pulled the hose away forcefully with a frown.

“Stop trying to kill him, he’s upset right now or do you clearly not see that?!” Andros exclaimed, gesturing to a livid Louis.

Louis’s nose wiggled slightly, like a bull exhaling smoke from their nose before they attack.

“Louis has a bloody fucking complaint! Louis wants you lot of special snowflakes to fucking sod off! Go fuck yourselves up the ass and spin on the exhaust pipe!” Louis seethed, banging his head a few times on the clean tile of the shower.

Smith gritted his teeth, hauling his hand back to hit him but Andros caught it.

“Go take a chill pill. Go outside and walk it off. I’ll take care of him, you don’t need to be around him right now.” Andros reasoned, pushing him away.

“Tell me, Smithy? Did your mummy not love you enough? Is that why you were the lonely kid on the playground that got beat up and took great pleasure in holding a magnifying glass to an ant hill to set those poor little things on fire?” Lois taunted with sing song voice.

“FUCK YOU!” Smith screamed but Andros was quick in standing him up and guiding him out the door before he really did murder Louis.

“I don’t swing that way!” He called but Andros had enough and put his hand over Louis’s mouth.

“Alright, this is the deal. I’m going to get you showered and cleaned up. You are going to beha –OUCH!” Andros yelled, jerking his hand away.

“Let me put this into perspective for you, mate. I’m going to not take any of your deals and if you cover my mouth again, I’m going to bite fingers off.” Louis replied in a mockingly calm manner to what Andros had been using.

Andros ignored him and turned the water on warm, grabbing the pair of scissors and began to cut the younger bloke’s clothes from his body without another word.

Louis tried to struggle but couldn’t even wiggle his fingers.

“You’re just like them! Cruel and without human decency!” Louis continued to seethe.

“Do you want Sophia to be hurt, Louis? Huh? I don’t. I’ve got no CHOICE!” He insisted, his voice thick with determination while the last piece of clothing was cut from Louis’s body.

“No, I don’t want her hurt but I also don’t want to fucking be here either, Deprave. You of all people should know what that’s like. Being someplace you wish you weren’t?” Louis formed the last part into a question, making Andros flinch.

“Yeah, Tomlinson. I know all too well. I’m trapped here until Elliott kills me or until he lets me go. My money isn’t on the latter.” Andros muttered, opening the strawberry lavender mint and dumping it a good bit over Louis before scrubbing them down.

He took a whiff and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“Seriously? Do I look like a rainbow hugger to you? That stuff is for women, get this shit off me!” Louis demanded, seeing Andros look insulted.

“Alright, I’ll let you borrow some of Lily’s princess peach watermelon. This stuff happens to be mine, arsehat.” Andros glowered.

“Do you hug rainbows for a living, mate? Because that shit is for women.” Louis argued, smirking his signature smile.

“It has lavender inn it, Ms. Dawson showered me with it when I got off punishment and I’ve been using it ever since. It helps with nerves, which is what I was trying to help you blokes with but obviously my efforts are wasted. I’ll save the insults to my bloody body wash and just bathe Zayn with the princess peach.”

Louis rolled his eyes.

“I’ve got bigger issues, mate. We all have.” Louis sighed, slamming his head against the wall of the shower a few times.

Andros washed him down but when it came to his junk – well, if no one ever heard Louis Tomlinson squeal like a girl there is a slight chance now that they now have. It was made even worse when his human caretaker rolled him over to clean him further; prompting a string of insults. In fact, Andros was fully well educated on duck fucking seven ways to Sunday and a few phrases that involved being painfully sodomized with a Christmas tree. Another involved neck slitting but at that point Andros wanted to hurry and finish because Louis had been threatening him nonstop.

In the end, Andros soaped Louis’s head with princess peach and watermelon shampoo, that was also followed by a verbal insult but the most challenging was redressing the younger lad.

“Fuck a duck with a cactus. Jesus H Christ, I am NOT wearing that! I’d rather piss myself.” Louis growled, seeing his new underwear. Needless to say, he fucked a bunch of ducks with different objects during that time, Andros was surprised he wasn’t running out of things to verbally fuck them with.

“Don’t care, the muscle relaxant shuts your bladder and bowels off for a good few hours.” Andros explained but Louis was putting together an argument of his own.

“And I don’t CARE, you’re not putting that thing on me. You wear one if you’ve got such a kinky fetish for it, mate. I’m twenty-four, I outgrew bedwetting when I was two, thanks though.”

“I don’t need your permission, Lou. I get you’re upset but –“

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE CALL ME THAT! Only my gang will ever get to call me that, you’re not part of my family, asshole!” Louis howled with rage.

“Take it easy, huh? You look like you’re about to cry.” Andros tried to calm but Louis slammed his head against the shower wall again in frustration.

“Like you give a shit. My friend died – by Eli’s hand no less and you think I’m about to cry? I’m not about to cry, I’m fucking PISSED! I want to go home!” Louis demanded, the plastic underwear with the reinforced core slid up his legs and over his hips.

“I’m sorry, Louis. Really I am but I’m not willing to put Sophia or my brother at risk. You’re the minority in the bigger scheme of things. I do what’s needed to, to protect the ones that I care about and before your smart ass mouth goes off again, I do care about Sophia. She has a beautiful soul towards others. You have no fucking idea how lucky you blokes are to have someone like her.” Andros told Louis with conviction, securing the rubber like pants over Louis’s hips, making sure that everything was centered before reaching for the complete body straightjacket.

“I know. I know we are. She’s our light and if you hurt –“ Louis never got to finish his threat before Andros grabbed one of the heavier silk cloths and forced it into his mouth, tying it tightly behind his head.

“My job is not to hurt Sophia. My job is to protect her, Lou. Right now, I got a few assholes out there that have no qualms about making her life hell and I’m stuck in here showering you lot. I will do what I can but I am just as much a prisoner around here as she is. The only difference is I’m detail for Elliott, replaceable and if you want me to continue to protect her you’ll not make my job any harder than it already is. Thanks to you, I now have mental images of ducks being sodomized with random items. I’m doing my job, no more and no less. I was told to bathe and dress you in what Elliott assigned so if you have a complaint about wearing clothes so you don’t piss everywhere, take it up with the bloke who assigned them. Personally? I wouldn’t give a fuck if you gents were assigned to wear nothing. Be a hell of a lot easier let me tell you,” Andros ranted, forcing Louis’s body into the snug material and began to strap him into it tightly. “When the drug wears off, you can undress and change into the clothes The Cage gives you. Until then, shut the fuck up because you talk too much.” Andros finished.

Louis looked indignant, muffling out a few insults but when Andros grabbed the muzzle he had similarly worn before, he became quiet.

Not taking the chance though, Andros forced it over Louis’s mouth and under his jaw, reinforced with the gag already in his mouth. Once the muzzle was strapped his mouth was forced closed over the silk gag and that was when the fight seemed to leave the younger lad.

Andros placed the transmitter onto his wrist, turning it on before he finished sealing Louis into the straightjacket.

With some difficulty because of the dead wait he dragged Louis to Harry and dropped him beside the younger boy, turning him over and placing them back to back. Andros figured the slightly kind gesture might bring them some comfort.

As an afterthought he went and got the muzzle he was supposed to put on Harry, kneeling down next to his face.

Harry looked up with defeated eyes and saw the muzzle in the older bloke’s hands.

“Sorry, Harry. Elliott’s orders. I forgot to put it on you before.” He explained, fitting it over the lad’s jaw and strapping it to the back of his head.

With the gag in Harry’s mouth and the muzzle over, Andros secured his charge per request of Elliott. It didn’t mean he didn’t feel like crap for it. If it had been his choice, he would have let the three men go.

“Alright, Elliott says you lads are not permitted to wear socks or shoes. I did everything per his request. So I will get the others to put you gents on the couch while I finish up with Zayn. We’re ahead of schedule so that’s good.” Andros noted while he talked to himself.

Harry only watched the older guy get up and go to the door.

“Need some help to take the prisoners into the living room. Anyone that’s free please come to the bathroom.” Andros called.

In the end, Smith is the only one that showed up. Luckily he had calmed down and helped Andros carry Louis and then Harry out to the main hallway, settling them beside each other on the three seat couch.

“I’ll look after them.” Smith offered with a smirk, picking up the remote at the end of the couch and clicking on the TV in front of them.

“Yeah, after you help me with Zayn.” Andros told him, walking over and throwing the remote in Harry’s mummified lap.

Smith groaned but followed Andros to help him with Zayn.

For a moment the whole living room was quiet. Louis eyed Harry before looking around and back at the TV. It had been turned onto a footy game and thus, his attention was occupied. Hell, he was unable to move or talk and there was nothing that they could do to escape. So he decided to occupy his mind.

Harry on the other hand had too much to think about to relax. He remembered The age, he remembered how the fighters were kept, he remembered how they were treated and he didn’t know if Louis, Zayn or even himself were strong enough to handle what was going to happen. It was a brutal place and survival was the only key to keeping alive.

*

Hours later:

Damien’s hand travelled down her side with slow and sensual intent. He could see her toothless mouth opened, briefly wondering if she was screaming in pain or pleasure. From the fear aligning her eyes, he was sure it was the first.

“Oh darling, Zayn never could make you scream the way I can, could he?” He asked her casually, his hand grabbing her thinly railed hips and thrusting into her again and again.

Perrie laid below him, still as a corpse but still somehow very much alive. She had been living at the Playhouse for a long time and every day, trapped in her own body without any way to communicate was a soul dying to leave.

She still remembered the look of sadness on her old flame’s face as he caressed her sweat soaked hair from her eyes. Zayn had stayed with her for hours, silent tears making their way down while he talked to her, trying to comfort her in some way.

“Your body is delectable in every way. Just like you were when you were a teenager. Though, you were a far more fan favorite back then, weren’t you doll face? Why, how long has it been since you were fucked by a man, Perrie? Three months?” Damien snorted a laugh, moving off her after one final thrust, releasing his seed into her.

When she first came to the Playhouse, when she went under anesthesia and woke up without her limbs and her ability to move or talk, she also had been told that the doctor removed her fallopian tubes as well, making pregnancy impossible. It was the one thing she was thankful for as she refused to bring a child into this life, only to have it suffer.

Though she didn’t care about any of that anymore. The one thing she missed was her voice. She missed singing. The one thing Zayn and her would do at the cabin while just fooling around and waiting for the months to pass. It made them happy or made him happy at least, if only for just a while.

She would still sing sometimes, her mouth moving but the only voice to sound was always in her head. It was a sad existence and she had hoped Zayn would have ended it when Damien forced them to reunite but she had been wrong. His arms that once brought comfort wrapped around her but held nothing other than cold space. His eyes that once held admiration were nothing but a sad reflection of a long lost memory.

“Damien! Harry and Zayn’s tracker! It’s got signal again, they’re being moved!” Liam and Niall came rushing in, their eyes bloodshot and tired but hopeful.

“They’re being moved, we just got signal.” Liam rushed to say while Damien flew past them.

“To where!” Damien violently demanded but nothing would surprise Niall or Liam at this time, they hadn’t received any food since coming to the dollhouse. The mush the children received daily was beginning to look like a five star meal to them.

“I don’t know the coordinates sir, here – maybe you’ll know.” Niall took up lead to show Damien the transmitter they had set up on the boys trackers.

Damien grabbed the piece of technology with force and looked at it – his eyes widening in realization.

“Yeah – I know where they’re going. Next time I see Elliott, he’s a fucking dead bloke. He and his daughter are fucking DEAD! Make some calls, it will take a few days to establish but they should be alright until then. Tell them we need a rescue at longitude 25.32.76. The Cage – Elliott gave my son to the fucking cage.” Damien seethed, his hands curling into balls.

“What’s The Cage, sir?” Niall asked, backing up a few steps.

“Ask again and it’s where you will fucking be heading! GO MAKE THE FUCKING CALLS, HORAN!” Damien exploded, grabbing Niall’s shirt caller and dragging him up. “Now. Or you will regret being born.” He finished calmly, throwing him away like trash.

Niall took the phone with shaky hands and started calling the other circles. Liam simply kept his eyes on the tracers, noticing that only two blinked.

“Where’s Louis? His tracker isn’t blinking.” He murmured to himself, his finger gingerly touching the green blinking lights.

*

Harry’s eyes stared up blankly to the white roof of the van, dark shadows passing in and through the dark tinted windows. It had been hours but he didn’t know how many. He knew it was enough for his bladder to make his trip a little less comfortable. He felt it release without his permission and never in his life had he had something so humiliating happen to him. He was stripped of dignity, power and even basic human needs and put in a situation where he had no choices. Even his hostages had basic human needs but perhaps he could now see how they felt when the boys or himself would not let them shower or use the facilities in private. He knew now that there would be changes when he got back –if he did.

Louis mumbled softly, the soft rustling of clothing moving with him. The drug had seemingly worn some from the sassy brunette but not enough to move anything substantial. If he was moving, it meant that they were nearly to their destination. Not that Louis would be able to do much as he was in a full body straightjacket like the rest of them.

“Five minutes lads!” Called the cheery van driver. Harry might have almost liked him if he hadn’t been taking them to their potential deaths.

Harry let out a small groan and locked eyes with Zayn.

Zayn was calm and simply laid there. His honeydew orbs lightened and darkened with the reflection of the outside, casting shadows as they got deeper into the underbelly of The Cage, driving down hidden roads that were incased inside tunnels – the signal to their trackers most undoubtedly lost once more.

The Cage was all underground and set up in a large dome like arena. The paths taken to reach the place alone were long and booby-trapped. Even if you did escape, there were too many dead ends once you reached the outside. If a guard didn’t get you, the traps that were set out would. The only time they were deactivated was when there were fights going on.

The cheery van driver started singing along to Celine Dion at the top of his lungs again and had the boys not been gagged, a few shut up’s would have been pleaded. What was really concerning was how carefree this bloke was.

Another mile in the van stopped, the engine shutting off and leaving a deafening silence emit from the van like a slowly expanding bad smell. Only this was a bad feeling and it felt like doom.

“Alright boys! We’re here. Let me go get you signed in and then get you settled into your cell for the night.” Cheery van driver said with over enthusiastic excitement. Like being here was a five star hotel and they were guests.

Louis let out a low whimper, making Harry turn his head toward him. He was looking back with unsure eyes. Harry realized that they weren’t exactly aware of what the Cage is and it really hadn’t been explained to them.

Harry tested his body but still found it completely unresponsive so he shook his head and looked back at Louis.

Louis tried kicking his feet but they were sluggish in responding. Zayn sat up without problems and gave the jacket he was in one good tug. It fell away without problem. This action caused both Harry and Louis to look at him like he just came back from the dead and was doing a ballet version of Thriller.

Zayn reached up and yanked his muzzle down, revealing he hadn’t been gagged underneath.

“Andros injected me with saline, he gave you two the real thing so it would convince Elliott. He told me to play dead till we got here and then make a break for it. Buy us some time, to do that I need to get to where there’s a signal. Hopefully Damien sees it and sends rescue. I got to go guys, I’ll be back, I promise.” Zayn rambled, fixing the wedge the underwear was creating. He threw open the back door and gave a small wave before running off.

‘Oh you’ll be back sooner than you think, mate.” Harry thought bitterly.

Louis and Harry looked to one another again and though it was muffled, Harry heard Louis’s insult perfectly. Harry himself knew the depths of these walls and Zayn had high hopes if he thought he was going to get far.

It wasn’t even five minutes later that several pairs of hard booted footsteps could be heard making their way to the van.

‘Well, here goes nothing.’ Harry swallowed, his eyes going to the roof of the van again.

Notes