The Hostage and the Wanted

Isabella woke up an hour or so from the time Ethan had been kind enough to knock her out.

“Asshole.” Isabella muttered, feeling multiple sets of eyes on her, she looked over and found four pairs and knew instantly something had happened – she also knew from experience where she was and what she was tied to.

“Ella, luv, are you ok?” Harry asked with concern.

“No pain, no pain equals ok.” Isabella nodded, feeling slightly drunk in her head but at thiat point in time she felt like she could do the number to Mary Poppin’s Chim Chimney.

She did a double take and noticed Louis wasn’t anywhere to be seen but the rest were at attention and she could feel their intense stares.

“What happened? Ethan hit me, I wake up here and you four are staring like I’ve grown an extra tit.” Isabella muttered, flinching at the flexi-tie. It wasn’t tight but it was secure.

“We don’t know, Killian carried you in, tied you down and –“Harry stopped, not sure if there were microphones in here, he knew there were cameras but he decided not to risk Killian’s reputation. “He’s not a bad bloke.” The green eyed finished with promise.

“I know he’s not.” Isabella agreed closing her eyes in bliss.

It was at that point Glen Saudimere walked in.

“Hello Angel eyes, I’m being told you’re being a very bad girl.” Glen chuckled, coming to stand by the bars of her cage, his hand gently wrapping around the thick cold steel.

“Guilty as charged.” Isabella hit back.

Glen chuckled and glanced at the other boys who went dead silent, walking over to their side of the cell and peering in.

“How’s your room? To your liking I hope.” Glen smirked, noticing Louis under the benches, although now the brunette was full on glaring at him. “Must be quiet in here without the random arguments. Consider it a gift, gentlemen. Perhaps next time you will think it wiser to not argue at all.”

Niall met Glen by the bars, his face darkened in shadow and his blue eyes cold. He hit the base of the cold metal with his hand as hard as he could, flinching but since he wasn’t able to vocalize his opinion, he figure he would have to express it another way and that way was violently punching the bars.

Before he could get too into it though Harry and Liam pulled the Irishman away, especially after Niall got a good kick in with his foot against the cage.

“No, no. Calm down.” Liam told him sternly, holding the blonde hair to his chest, Harry stepping away to the bars as Glen stood watching, a joyful sneer on his face.

“You truly think this is funny?” Harry gestured, watching Glen’s eyes go to Louis who still laid under the benches watching – although he was slowly making his way out, his bare feet padding over tiredly next to Harry, pointing at Glen before making a more than obscene gesture with one of his hands near his mouth, moving it back and forth.

“I think another week in that collar might do you some good Tomlinson. Now, if you gentleman will excuse me I need to see Anastasia about some important adult discussions. Watch or see your attention elsewhere, I truly don’t care.” Glen chortled, glad to see Louis had simply went and sat back on the bench, his arms crossed over his chest but not before punching the bars once in anger.

“You’re never going to get away with this, mate. Everyone gets caught eventually, you’re just a matter of time.” Zayn warned.

Glen ignored them and whistled. A few seconds later about three guards walked in, with Ethan and Killian following behind. The latter two had no idea why they had been invited but Glen was making a point to those around and Ethan knew whatever was about to happen, it was anything but child’s play. Glen was pissed and the fire in the man’s eyes clearly told him that.

They watched Glen cross back to Isabella, producing a key and stepping into her cell, walking up to her and bending down.

His eyes bore into hers with such intensity that for a moment nothing in the room moved. The boys were now watching –waiting. They just didn’t know what for.

“I want to know what you were doing in my system. We’re you doing something, like stealing more of my money; or were you looking for something? Something to tie me to a crime that the police would have just cause to search this facility – find you?” He smirked when all Isabella did was stare. When her silence was the only thing that spoke, Glen continued. “No one’s going to find you down here, no one but the rats and cleanup crew. You will die soon enough but you will give me what I want –one way or another.”

“I’ll give you what you deserve.” Isabella agreed, her eyes ignited with dull defiance as the boys now stood at the bars, waiting – tension was rising, each of them felt it.

“Good.” Glen smirked, his hand going to her cheek. This time she did not flinch at his touch – she simply looked on through drugged eyes.

“Nothing.” Isabella returned his smile, mirroring it almost exactly.

“Ella…” Liam trailed off softly, which Glen made a fist with his other hand and hit the top of the pole above Isabella’s head with all his strength, making the pole vibrate.

Isabella didn’t even flinch, the drug relaxed her tense muscles and made everything right with the world. She had no pain and her concentration was on Glen.

“Her name is Anastasia!” Glen screamed, making anything the boys would protest silenced.

“My name is Isabella Jade Termlocke. Anastasia Bright is dead. She was killed when her son was murdered. You can call me Ana, but I will never come to it – I will never acknowledge it because I would rather die than submit back to my slave name. I am not a slave! Not to you, not to Ethan!” Her voice rose with volume until it broke off, her dilated eyes flashing with a heat of pure red energy.

Glen was taken aback for a second before he laughed, if not a bit manically – almost as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world but it only lasted a fraction of a moment and his hand was over Isabella’s throat before she could blink.

“You are my pet, Ana. My beautiful little show dog that I can make bark on command. Whether you admit to that or not.” His tone underlying in a silk that suffocated around the whole room.

Louis had a look of disgust on his face but he was standing next to Harry, Niall on the side of him.

“You can’t keep treating her that way, she’s not going to give you what you want!” Harry yelled, his green eyes vibrant.

“She will answer my questions or she won’t but the consequences are for hers to cherish alone, if you speak again, Harry –you will find yourself with your own silence collar. The same warning applies to each of you. Now be quiet!” Glen spoke calmly, his eyes a blue storm of anger.

Harry didn’t say anymore but he was focused in on the scene and he felt absolutely powerless to stop it. There was nothing any of them could do but the suspense was killing them not knowing.

“What is our purpose for being here? Surely beat the blood out of us is not your only purpose?” Zayn asked, his hand gripping the bar above his head.

Glen sighed with annoyance and turned to them before standing and making his way over.

“Your purpose is to assure cooperation and to achieve that, you are my leverage to make sure Anastasia does what she is supposed to. For example, If I so choose, I could order Ethan to cut your vocal cords permanently out of your throat and feed them to my starving dogs. I really do rather like your voices unhindered so I really want you to be quiet.”

The boys seemed to take a step back from the dark shadow in front of them and this time there was nothing to argue with, they held no cards and Isabella was left to Glen’s mercy.

Louis looked at Niall, an idea beginning to form in his head – he just needed to see what played out. The look was so intense that Niall looked at him a brief second before looking back over at Ella, his eyes fearful. For some reason that pissed Louis off even more but he followed the blonde’s lead and watched on.

Ethan leant against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest while Killian looked on with a scowl, this was beyond his control and he didn’t even understand what was fully happening. He needed to find out more information, if anything but for Isabella’s sake.

Glen whistled, gesturing the three men forward, giving them the key.

Untie her, strip her, and hold her there for me.” Glen ordered as he watched the men approach the bars.

Killian stepped forward to interject but Ethan was on the younger man in a second, his hand covering his mouth with a brutal hold, his eyes an unreadable blue but the shake of his head seemed almost pleading.

“Shhh.” He warned, pulling the Irishman back and watching Isabella scream as hands savagely tore the thin shirt and pants from her broken body.

Niall hit his hand against the bars with urgency, wanting to get at the men. He also forgot himself and went to speak but before that was even pulled to reality, Louis balled his hand into a fist and clocked the blonde across the cheek as hard as he was willing.

That’s when it all seemed to go to part.

The other boys were instantly pulling them apart, voices yelling and orders ignored. It was a free for all and it was more than Killian could take.

He ran to the boy’s cell first, Ethan following him in and separating the five men, with the exception of Zayn and Harry who backed into a corner with no problem. Liam was busy yelling at Louis and Niall was holding his jaw, anger now completely in his eyes as he retaliated and returned the punch back.

Surprisingly, both men didn’t make a sound.

When Killian got into the cell, he pushed Niall against the bars and held him forcefully to it; not cruelly but enough so there were no more attacks. Ethan took his gun out and backed Louis up against the other wall with his arm, slamming him against it.

Liam retreated back with Harry and Zayn in the corner, his hands raised in surrender.

The other guards had stopped what they were doing and went to assist the other two, pulling their own guns.

Glen stood there next to the pole, calmly watching the scene – silent as the dead.

Isabella saw the cell door open, her jumbled mind desperate for an escape and her body completely naked but she crawled toward it, dragging herself against the concrete at barely a kitten’s pace. Glen saw but ignored it for the moment, his eyes too enthralled with the going on of next door but he did have an idea and he used it to his advantage.

With speed he stepped forward a couple paces and gripped Isabella’s ankle within his grasp, pulling her to where the boy’s bars met hers and hauled her into a standing position, forcing her naked body against his and the metal bars.

Isabella screamed at the sharp pain that travelled from her toes to her leg, the pain medication not strong enough to stop the shooting lightening.

“I think I’ve given enough warnings around here.” Glen stated calmly, his one hand gripped around Isabella’s throat and the other trailing the new scars down her body, slow and sensually.

Everyone seemed to hold their breath, the whole room was silent, even Isabella stood frozen in time, whimpering against his touch –wondering what he was going to do.

“Ethan, Killian? Niall and Louis would best serve time in the isolation room and when you’re done with them, I believe Ms. Bright will by then need your assistance.” Glen nodded as Ethan wasted no time in spinning Louis around so his chest was restrained to the wall and forcing his hands behind him, cuffing them securely.

Killian took a less forceful approach to Niall, he leaned in and whispering into his ear.

“Please don’t give me a reason to use force, I hate unnecessary violence.”

Niall nodded, letting Killian turn him around and complied to the other Irishman as he cuffed Niall’s hands and gripped his arm.

“Oh, Ethan?” Glen called as an afterthought while the two men began to lead the two captives out.

Ethan turned to glance at his boss.

“Your contract has been extended. I’m going to need you here for a few more months – possibly another year.”

Ethan’s eyes flashed for a brief second in anger but he simply nodded and remained quiet. Although Killian could tell from the way his grip tightened on his prisoner, he was anything but calm.

With a forceful shake and shove, he manhandled Louis out the door, his gun still drawn. Killian followed behind with Niall, leading him in the same direction.

Glen smiled and turned to Isabella.

“As for you, angel eyes, I believe you and I have some quality time to catch up on.” He smiled down at the broken girl, noticing she wouldn’t look up to meet his eyes – so with quick and brutal speed his foot was on top of hers, stomping down on her toes with precision making her head bend upwards and a fierce howl of pain escape her dry and soulful lips.

“Don’t ignore me, it will make this less fun and you know how much I love a good party.” Glen smiled as Harry’s voice rang out again.

“This isn’t proving anything but what a bully you are, mate. This isn’t proving your power, it’s proving what a coward you are!” Harry yelled, taking a step at the bars but Zayn grabbed his shoulder before anything else could be said.

Glen sighed and looked at his three guards, who all now went for the stun guns on their belt, pulling them out instead.

“Sorry gentlemen but you’re no longer invited guests to this party. You’re killing the moment and I simply cannot have that.”

With that the all too familiar shock rocked their body, the high voltage coursing through them as their screams echoed throughout the room. When the electricity stopped, they were left on the floor, silenced.

Glen took a slow breath through his mouth and out his nose, pushing Isabella back by her throat, using his other hand to strip off his clothes.

“Now, where was I?” He pretended to think, his shirt now gone and his pants about to follow.

Isabella began to shake, the familiar twinge of fear coursing through her.

“Please –“She begged weakly, feeling her head being hit against the bar.

“No more talking, no more begging. I’ve waited two years to feel your touch and I’m not waiting any longer. So close your eyes and enjoy this sweetheart, because we have many, many days ahead and I’m going to make sure that you don’t miss a single solitary moment.”

With that his body closed the space between them, crushing her painfully against the bars and ravaging her hungrily, her screams of pain falling on deaf ears.

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