The Silence That Surrounds

Harry’s POV:

All I saw was anger and all that surrounded me was pain. Physical, mental and visual. It was hard to remain strong when all you have known in your life was the one thing I needed to keep myself alive. I needed the rage, I needed to focus on the hatred because if I didn’t, I would be forced to concentrate attention on the decision of another’s wellbeing and truthfully, I would much rather be focused on the pain. At least I know that is something I can deal with as it comes.

Many hours have passed and I fear to look how many but my eyes had long adjusted to the dark basement. No lights were on and it was easier for me to focus on the sharp tiredness of muscle, tissue, bone and flesh.

My bloody muscles ached from the position they had been forced into. My hands held prisoner above my head in cold metal shackles, slowly warmed only by the sweat that escaped open pores in my flesh. The tissue surrounding the painful areas was inflamed, causing my focus to keep coming back to my discomfort. In addition my bones were being mercilessly pressed on by the inflammation and swelling. I was miserable but my focus was only partly on that – my other focus was on the one thing I didn’t want to think about. The decision. One that would change the course of life. As much as Ms. Stone was as much as a prisoner as we were, she was not deserving of the torment my father would inflict on her…but neither was I.

Listening to the silence was comforting – or would have been had Christian not been sobbing uncontrollably. So far he was the only one to regain consciousness. Thank God he was gagged or they would come out more than muffled hiccups.

I shivered involuntarily and let my head drop, my bare chest taking in deep even breaths, the rest of my body naked and scarred. My clothes had been forcefully removed, leaving me in nothing but the reminders of my imperfections. The cuts and punctures ran deep and puckered pieces of my flesh where smooth skin use to be. The embarrassment of standing nude was nonexistent – my battle scars; the reminders of my life on display for all to see brought a deeper shame.

“Shm uhm.” I tried to yell at the younger boy, his pathetic cries were weakening my reserve. I could only take so much and my limit had long passed. I had no more fuse and I felt like I would explode at any fucking moment.

Christian went a little quieter but it didn’t help by much. Despite the lack of light I saw him on the hard floor, curled in, his cheek pressed into the concrete, his hands bound behind him, his feet tied together and a front knotted gag forced tightly into his mouth and secured.

I can’t remember a lot in my childhood but I can remember spending countless hours on the hard floors. At the end of the day, it’s easier to follow rules than break them. It’s easier to submit – it’s easier to become the villain everyone fears. It’s no longer about respect; it’s about fear. Fear drives survival and survival drives fear. There really are no boundaries between the two.

Sophia was waking up, I heard her moan and stretch her fully tied body out. I could see through the darkness. Darkness was all that surrounded me, it was all I knew and knowing this, it was easier to see in.

“Som –“ I glared ahead, knowing that no matter what I said, it would come out muffled until Damien decided to take the gag from my mouth and I hope to bloody Buddah that it’s soon because it’s drying out my bloody goddamn gab.

Almost as if sensing my annoyance, footsteps were heard by the door before the door to the basement opened and shut again, their steps light, not at all domineering. They were still cased in shadow but I could see they were shorter – Jonathan, he was the only other one aside from Christian from Damien’s trainees that were short.

“Hey, Mr. Styles. I just came down to get Christian, Damien wishes to speak with him.” Jonathan said, coming into the darkened basement and stopping at where the younger boy was.

I cleared my throat, grabbing his attention. He knew it was a direct order, the boy wasn’t stupid.

Jonathan shook his head but walked toward me, reaching back and gently untying the cloth around my head, when the cloth dropped from my mouth I licked my lips to get some of the moisture back I had lost.

“Tell my father that I too wish to speak with him. It’s regarding earlier,” I commanded, nodding toward Christian. “If you should manage to teach him anything, teach him that crying is a weakness that will get you killed. If not himself, others will be punished – my men learned that and your men would be wise to learn the same.” I responded, glaring into Jonathan’s face, his stare slightly off putting.

“As you say, Mr. Styles. As I’ve explained, he is young and without family – he will learn in his own time.” Jonathan responded, his eyes going up to my chains before reaching up and testing their strength to make sure they were still secure. “I will tell Master Styles you wish to speak with him.”

I didn’t respond, I watched him go toward Christian and untie the younger boy. Once his hands were free he ripped the gag from his mouth and reached over to Sophia, untying her gag and helping the girl to sit up.

“Ms. Stone? Are you okay? Oh Sophie, I am so sorry.” I heard him beg for forgiveness before Jonathan hauled the boy up and wrapped his arm around him.

“Chris, you need to stop. Damien is in a foul mood and he’s already beating the shit out of Dylan – you don’t want to provoke him, you need to stop crying, okay?” Jonathan calmed, rubbing the kid’s back. It was almost pathetic to watch.

“I –I’m…” Sophia’s voice was hoarse and she couldn’t continue. Instead she swallowed and shook her head, a small hiccup escaping her mouth.

Christian was instantly on the ground, his hands wrapping around her shoulders.

“I’m so sorry, Sophie.” Christian cried but that’s all he got out before I heard my father’s footsteps, the other men following behind him.

“Aw, how touching, Christian. I see you’re not going to learn but then again, you can’t teach a pup who doesn’t understand the consequences unless you show them and seeing as how my hand has been tried – Steel? Untie the girl, put her on the bed over there – tie her down. Jonathan? See to it that Christian is properly held back or I will punish you for disobedience.”

His voice was so calm that a shiver traveled down my body before I heard him behind me, his hand grabbing my shoulder and squeezing it.

“Harry, my lad, you’re let off the hook – metaphorically. Since Christian doesn’t seem to get it and you aren’t competent enough to train him – I’m simply setting Sophia as-“Damien began but lost his wording when Steel screamed out in pain.

“Ouch! You fucking slag!” Steel yelled, my head snapping in that direction, seeing Steel sucking on the corner of his hand where the girl had bit him. In regards to that Jonathan was holding Christian against his chest and covering his mouth with his hand.

Damien chuckled and bypassed behind me, grabbing Sophia by her hair and pulling her violently to the broken down, filthy bed, throwing her onto it and using the cuffs that were already on there for use, clasping them onto her wrists until she screamed in pain.

My father calmly pulled down her dress, his fingers brushing over the material. Like a gentlemen would do for a lady whose hem accidently hiked up. I knew my father – this was a trick.

Almost as if proving my point he was at the foot of the bed, grabbing one of her ankles and locking it in the unoccupied shackle before trapping her other one, leaving her legs spread apart and her vagina area exposed under the dress. We hadn’t bothered with underclothing but now I was regretting it.

Christian yelled out through Jonathan’s hand, struggling slightly when he saw the brash treatment.

Sophia was holding back her tears but her body shook in pure fright. I admired her strength for stifling her cries through this situation because whatever Louis had said to her before kept her strong – but for how long? I could see her breakdown, it was happening slow and steady. She feared Damien, there was no respect – it was simply fear that drove her need to survival.

“Aw, Ms. Stone, you got an admirer. Although, had Chrissy just been able to hold his tongue and do what Harry told him to, there’s a good possibility you wouldn’t be tied down like you are right now. I admit, your body is absolutely delicious to look at in that dress and I am going to thoroughly enjoy it but I want my son to have a little taste, you know? Just to see what he’s missing. Shane? Unlock his cuffs.”

I stopped him, my voice free of the gag, I was using it to my advantage.

“I’m not raping her. I’m not –“My voice faltered when Shane took out his pocketknife, holding it out for Damien to take. He didn’t hesitate. His hand going to the handle and clicking it open.

“M-Mr. Styles? Please? Please d-don’t. I’m s-sorry. I won’t –“Sophia’s voice faltered when the knife was put to her cheek and pressed down, causing a little blood to spill from the light scratch.

“Mr. Styles would be my son. You, Missy, are to call me Master Styles if you address me anything at all. I’m the leader here and you, like they, will do what you are ordered. You are my bitch to do with as I please and have no other importance other than what is ordered of you. It seems Harry has failed to teach you that but after tonight, I promise it will be something you won’t soon forget.” Damien smirked, trailing the knife down to her neck and moving the blade against her flesh almost playfully. “Although, Harry has told me you’re willing to help us secure mummy and daddy’s company. How am I supposed to believe that? From easy street to rock bottom, exactly what benefit would you be getting out of it?”

I watched Sophia’s expression carefully, ignoring Shane, his presence overpowering me.

“Fuck off, sod ass.” I growled, feeling the shackles to my wrists fall away but almost instantly my naked body was pressed into someone’s chest, their breathing uneven and excited.

“That’s no way to treat my brother, Harry.” Colton chuckled, covering my mouth so I couldn’t reply. I didn’t need to and I didn’t care. As soon as my other hand was free, my elbow instinctively found its way to Colton’s chest, the back of my heel on the bridge of his foot and the back of my head butting him in the forehead.

He let go and went to put his hand up to where I had hit him but a sharp punch to his face sent him sprawling onto the ground. I didn’t even stop, I simply continued my attack, using my weight to turn and knock Shane to the ground.

Damien watched in amusement, Sophia looked shocked and the younger trainees had wide fearful eyes to match the girl’s surprise.

“If you hurt my hostage, I kill these pieces of shit. All five of them. Step away from the girl and I’ll let the useless meat suits live; otherwise, father, I will even the playing field a little. You aren’t raping Ms. Stone. This is MY cabin, she is MY hostage and I need her whole if she’s going to help us with Senior Stone’s company. Do you want her broken beyond repair or do you want her sane enough to follow prompt directions?” I reasoned to Damien as all he did was look on silently.

He remained quiet for a long, his eyes moving slightly behind me, chuckling.

“Oh son, you can’t save Ms. Stone. None of you boys will ever have the power to save anyone – not even yourselves and yet, admirable in a way, you keep trying. I gave you a choice, either you deal with the girl or I will and then for good measure, my men will show Ms. Stone what real passion is and I go back on my word and show you the same treatment. There’s so many roads.” Damien smirked.

“Yes and all lead down the same path of rape. You’re sick, dad. You need fucking help!” I spat, feeling arms encircle behind me again, this time it was Steel. At that point Colton and Shane also advanced.

My mouth was seized with a hand and my nude body once again held prisoner against other bodies. I was as helpless as Christian who had tears silently dripping down his cheeks.

“I will do whatever you want, please don’t hurt me! Master Styles, I want to help your cause. My father traded me off for a debt he never intended to pay. I will get you your money –even if I have to torture my brother for the money myself. Please don’t hurt me, I’m an asset, I’m not your enemy!” Sophia begged, Damien’s eyes flickering to her.

“Impressive words, Ms. Stone but if experience has taught me, never trust a chained captive and you, Ms. Stone, are a hostage, you are chained down like an animal –but that’s all your kind ever deserve to be and since Harry can’t man up, that leaves me to teach you how a real man makes love and I guarantee you, by the time I’m done –“

Christian began to struggle, biting down on Jonathan’s hand which made him release it. When he got the hand gag from his mouth, he looked at Damien, a defiant glare on his face.

“You aren’t a bloody real man, you’re a monster! Leave Sophia alone or I’ll –“Christian’s yells coming out muffled again when Jonathan’s hand slapped against his mouth again and held the slightly younger boy securely.

“Aw, Chrissy, you are too adorable. Since you don’t want me to harm the girl, then I won’t.” Damien laughed, which made my stomach drop – I knew what was coming, I’ve seen it farm too many times to count.

I yelled out against my own hand gag and shook my head vigorously, the other gang members beginning to stir from their forced slumber.

My father seemed to laugh harder.

“It’s almost uncanny how you and Harry are so similar but as I was saying, I won’t hurt the girl, you, however, will. You will sleep with her and in return she will take your innocents. If you don’t –“Damien said, taking a gun from his back pocket and pressing the nozzle to Sophia’s temple. “I will end her and then, I will end you. The choice is yours, Chris-Chris, don’t disappoint me. Be the man I know you’re capable of being – be someone I look at and have respect for. Jonathan? Remove your hand, let he boy speak for himself.”

At this point I bit down on Steel’s hand and struggled against the men but they held me secure.

“NM! CMHNAN DM!” I shook my head, watching Christian’s eyes widen in fear.

“I won’t rape Ms. Stone! No!” Christian protested, watching the gun Damien held closely, hearing it cock off safety.

“Alright, then I will. I will fuck her until she’s halfway dead and then for kicks, I will have Colton, Shane, Steel and Jonathan fuck her until her heart stops. When that happens I will bring her back and do it again. You, Harry – the rest of these sorry excuses for men, they’ll watch. So you either get over here and do your job or I will! What’s it going to be, Christian? Hm? Do you want to watch me hurt her?” Damien threatened, using his hand that still had the knife, stabbing the tip into her arm and dragging it over flesh, slitting it open with ease, making her scream.

I gritted my teeth, anger seething through my pores, I could see Christian let out a pained exclamation, tears unbothered as they continued to fall. I knew what I had to do – I knew it was going against everything I stood for but sometimes, to save someone, you have to hurt them and with what I was about to do – I knew there was no going back.

I calmed my body, mumbling into the hand, my green vibrant orbs meeting my father’s stare in the intense standoff, the younger boy completely frozen in a helpless stance against Jonathan.

My father noticed I had calmed considerably and ordered my mouth ungagged from the hand. I looked at Ms. Stone whose breath hitched unevenly in her chest, tears now silently making their way from her beautiful blue eyes. She remained quiet with the knife trained at her throat and the gun at her temple. It was fear that made her comply and soon, screams would accompany her useless struggles.

“Don’t. I changed my mind, I’ll do it.” I glared at Damien, my mind made up as his three goons released my body and forced it foreward. I caught my balance and stood at the edge of the bed, taking the knife from my father’s grip, sitting gently on the bed and making quick work on her dress.

As I began to cut the dress from her body she panicked, struggling against her restraints but making no progress.

“No! Harry, no, please? You can’t do this, God, please!” She sobbed now up to the stilled air, the cold basement air seeping into her flesh as it was exposed, flinching when Damien backed away, taking his gun from her temple and looking satisfied. He bent down and kissed her on the lips forcefully before using his thumb to trace the outline of her mouth and standing up, walking toward Christian.

“Wise decision Harry, but I’m afraid it came too late. I’m a man of my word – I will have my fun but for now, enjoy her.” He smirked, raising his arm up and bringing it down to Christian’s face, the hit strong enough to knock him back off his feet. “As for Christian, get him retied and gagged. His turn comes next. Being the generous bloke I am, I will save Ms. Stone the best for last – I will go last because I’m going to show you all how a real man does it. For now, watch Harry and take fucking notes.” Damien chuckled and stood by silently to watch.

I finished slicing the material from Sophia’s body, pulling it away from her body carefully.

“God, please,” She cried weakly, tugging at her restraints. “Harry, don’t do this. Please, I want to help you – please let me help.”

I sighed and closed my eyes briefly before bringing my knees to straddle her his. ”I’m doing this for you, Ms. Stone. I’m sorry but I can’t have anyone else getting hurt.”

My voice was emotionless but as I bent down to kiss her lips, I leant over to her ear, whispering so that only she could hear.

“For what it’s worth, Sophia, you are beautiful and I’m sorry this ever had to happen. I’m sorry it had to be you.”

The words I uttered a million times prior to other victims help no meaning to me. It was so automatic that in truth, I didn’t know if I was sorry. I was ashamed what I was doing but as my flesh pressed down into hers – I was only sure of one thing – the sickening feeling of my cock hardening against her violently struggling body and the straggled pleas that escaped her beautiful mouth.

My hair fell in front of my face, hiding the vibrant anger that radiated from me. My father is a monster but my thoughts were sporadic and soon the pleasure became too much. I slowly gagged her mouth with my own, working my forceful kisses over her face, pecking up the blood that fell from the cut in her cheek, listening to Sophia as her begging weakened to whispers, then to nothing at all. Her spirit slowly breaking, her tears silent and finally, her eyes met mine in a moment of betrayal before they looked away and dulled to an unreadable emotion.

Christian whimpered, having been tied and gagged again, his mouth secured by cloth and his hands trapped behind him. I didn’t look at him but my mind wondered to the innocence lost, the same thing I had wondered all those years ago. Evelynn was my lost innocence and now, Sophia would be Christian’s and none of us could stop it. I was prolonging Christian’s suffering. He needed to learn but a small part of me wanted to keep him innocent. I remember the helplessness, the pain and the yearning to stop feeling so helpless. The boy was helpless and he hasn’t even bothered to hide his emotions, which caused delight to Damien. I could hear his low, dark cackle and all my mind was brought back to was stark cold reality. Stone’s thin body below me, tied up and submissive. She had quit pleading and now her head turned up to this ceiling in silence, her thoughts a million miles away in the safety of her mind. I thrust into her one more time, my cum shooting into her, my own thoughts preoccupied. I felt the pleasure, I felt my body’s need for release but I couldn’t concentrate enough to be in the moment. I observed everything and nothing, my own actions mimicking the red head below me.

I breathed in forced gulps of air, crawling up so I was straddling her hips, the whole process taking no more than thirty minutes but it felt longer. Time crawled by and unfortunately for Ms. Stone, it would be even longer.

I crawled to a stand from the bed before collapsing to my knees, my head a little lightheaded. No one said anything but in the distance I heard a command from my father and a second later, Christian could be heard protesting into his gag as his clothes were forcefully stripped from his body and he was all but forced onto Sophia, four guns clicking off safety could be heard around the room, indicating that Christian didn’t have a choice and I turned weakly, sweat gathering on my skin to look at Christian gently buckling his legs on either side of Sophia, crying and begging desperately to whoever would listen not to make him hurt Ms. Stone but like my own, it fell on deaf ears and with another warning from my old man, Christian took his hand and gently moved Sophia’s sweaty hair from her face, leaning in and kissing her softly below the cut my father gave her.

“God forgive me, Sophia, please God forgive me. Please forgive me.” He begged in a desperate whisper, hugging onto the older woman for all he was worth, crying softly into the crook of her neck. Sophia didn’t respond, her eyes were still far away and in a way, I thanked God for small mercies but my eyes remained hardened and I watched Damien hit his knees at Christian’s actions but only long enough to mock the poor younger boy, I clenched my hand into a fist but at the end of the day, just as before, we were powerless to do anything but watch on and hope for a miracle that would never come and the hope that didn’t exist. Christian would figure that out sooner or later and all that would surround his world, the only thing that he would take solace in was the darkness.

Notes

How was it, and I'm back from vacation! Enjoy this chapter!