The Silence That Surrounds

Damien’s POV:

The helplessness of their situation brought a sense of power – not just any feeling of power but complete control. There is no pleasure like it. God. In this cabin, in this section of England, I am their God and they are my obedient servants…all except one. Harry. If that boy would just follow orders then there would be less problems and more order.

Everything is run on order and I will not yield to his rebellious behavior. If he nor his gang can follow instructions then I will simply have to persuade them. If that is not successful then I shall force them. The choice is ultimately my own, their opinion need not be voiced.

I paced across the hard floor calmly. Harry has not come back yet and it has been nearly four hours. The longer he is out, the worst the punishment.

“Master Styles?” Christian called gently, his voice barely above a whisper of the room.

I grunted and gestured my hand upward.

“Be quick Christian, I’ve people to bloody deal with.” I growled threatening and saw him flinch back and bringing a knowing smile to my face. I loved the smell of fear in the afternoon.

“The boy, Dylan. He’s awake, the girl is tied up to the chair beside him – also awake. Should I fix them or the others something to eat or drink? It has been over twenty-four hours no –“I cut him off before he could finish.

“They will get nothing. While I am here, neither the boy, the girl nor the others of Harry’s gang will get anything until we leave. They are being punished and their punishment will fit the crime. I will allow them water but because Harry defied orders, shot one of my men, gave the other a fucking black eye – they need to be aware that their treatment reflects on the behavior of their leader. I do not know what has gotten into my son lately. He’s acting a lot different and I cannot for the life of me figure out why. It wasn’t ever really an issue until Ms. Stone came to this cabin and now –saving cats, a RAPE policy amongst members? Where is the logic?” I shrugged, mostly to myself but it was enough for Christian to take a step back in formation with the rest of the sniveling cowards.

“Give the girl and boy water. The rest will go without until Harry gets back and I get him straightened out.” I growled to the young lad, watching him run to the fridge and take out two water bottles before hightailing it out of sight.

I shook my head and looked at the other men.

“Bring me Louis. I have a slight inkling the lad has observed more than he has let on to us.”

Steel nodded and went to hop to orders, I glanced at Jonathan, smiling wide at the very thought of Ms. Stone.

“Once Christian has given her sufficient hydration, bring Ms. Stone and Junior out here. They have a phone call to make to their daddy. Perhaps it is time they hear exactly what is going on from his lips because there seems to be some utter confusion here. We’ll resume with them trying to hack the system tomorrow because it looks like I’m going to be busy with punishments and disciplinary remindings today.” I muttered to the remaining men. Shane and Colton simple looked at me with the same emotionless expressions – although Colton looked relieved it was not him on the receiving end for once.

I chuckled when I heard a muffled exclamation coming from the short stairway of the basement, Steel coming through it diligent and careful to keep the figure slung over his shoulders like a lightweight sack of spuds.

I pulled out a chair and gestured towards it.

“Louis, my lad. I am glad you could join us. Please, have a seat.” I remarked dryly as Steel set him onto the hardwood seat and chuckled.

Louis growled softly, his teeth biting deeper into the cloth forced into his mouth.

“Here, let’s get that off. I have questions for you and this time, no lies or the next thing I’ll do is cut your tongue out before using a dull bread knife to saw your lips off and you have such a pretty face, Tomlinson. I would hate for that to change.” I smiled, untying the red cloth and jerking the ends loose before pulling it from his mouth.

“I already told you what I know. There’s nothing else to report.” Louis muttered, his voice hoarse.

I sigh and walk over to a drawer before opening it. My eyes lit up as I pull out a cheese grater and flat tongued pliers, making my way back and taking a seat in front of the unnerved blue eyed boy. It was somewhat brilliant that his wide optics resembled a doe’s before being caught in predatory jaws – which meant my fun was not over.

“Are you sure about that, Tomlinson? I would hate to think that you lads are all drab. Now, let me ask once more. Harry, the rest of them as well; there have been changes, yes?”

Louis closed his mouth and leaned back on his tied arms.

“Nothing in my report to you was false –“He began tiredly but stopped when struggling could be heard, along with a muffled scream.

Sophia was carried in by Christian and Jonathan trailed behind with Dylan, his baby blues looking around in fear.

“Sophia, calm now. Calm.” Christian soothed gently as he led her to a chair and sat her in it before removing her gag.

“W-w…” Sophia stuttered in petrified fear. Her whole body was shaking and it looked like she was about three seconds away from pissing herself.

I shushed her and gestured to Louis.

“Darling, be silent. Louis was just about to give me a revised report. It’s not nice to interrupt your superiors.” I chided, looking toward Dylan who was sat next to her on another chair.

“There is nothing to tell. Nothing has changed – except for Harry took a liking to Ms. Stone’s cat. He’s had it in here for a while but his progress has been the same. He strived to get the information possible to bring down Daniel Stone. He has succeeded in that, the cooperation from the girl was banked with everything we hoped would happen. From the initial hostage taking to when she was initially supposed to be executed. Harry remained distant but punished her when she needed. Her break was her brother, she dropped his name – said he could be useful and again, she was right. Zayn, Niall, Liam – they have all kept their distance from Ms. Stone.” Louis panicked when I picked up the tongs and looked at Colton.

“I think a slight tongue grating would help losing his lips a bit more. Colton? Open his mouth for me.” I hummed, chuckling as Louis let out a frightened yell.

“Oh son, I know when you’re lying. Your voice goes up slightly higher, like the puppet version of Pinocchio. Now, my little puppet, you better start talking.”

My voice dropped a few octaves as Colton forced open Louis’s mouth and I grabbed the tongs, attaching them down to his tongue and pulling the muscle out as far as it would go, putting the cheese grater to his tongue.

I saw Louis gulp, a whimper escaping from his mouth.

“S-s-s-stop! Stop it!” Sophia commanded but it wasn’t at all demanding. It wasn’t even forceful. She was scared and the very detection of fear made me hard. In fact, my member was throbbing for her in ways that would make a priest slit his own wrists to escape the unholy thoughts.

I smiled wider and looked to Louis’s face, the corner of his eyes had tears threatening to spill.

“Ms. Stone, your voice is exquisitely delightful – especially when it’s so full of fear. Your terror gets me off inn ways you can’t even imagine.” I smiled, inhaling slowly as my attention was now fully focused on her, giving a sharp pull to my victim’s tongue as I did so.

Louis yelled out in pain but didn’t dare move, it was absolute music to my ears.

I heard a choked sob coming from the young girl. She was every bit as ruined as her father was going to be. Despite the ongoing game Daniel Stone and I have, he is a worthy opponent by every stretch of what an enemy should be considered but I have his son – the key piece.

“Sophie, lass? If you don’t want me to rip Louis’s tongue from his mouth and grate it raw before forcing him to swallow and eat himself you will tell me what has been going on in this cabin with Harry and the other lads. Hostage or not, you’ve seen things – heard, perhaps?”

She nods her head and I instantly let go of Louis’s tongue as it shoots back into his mouth, his jaw clamping down protectively so his pale pink lips met again in a tight thin line.

“E-E-Evelynn. He told m-me about what you did to h-her. You’re a bloody goddamn MONSTER!” She exploded and before Louis or Dylan could say anything, her jaw was seized by Christian’s hand and covered securely. I laughed in disbelief.

“Evelynn Rockwall. She was a cute little thing that, had I been at the cabin at the time – well, let’s just say, I would have possibly fucked her to death but instead I let one of my men do with her as he pleased. Call it a reward for his utter loyalty for putting up with my son – a son that failed to follow orders. See, the problem with Harry was he was getting far too attached and the girl was already marked for disposal. I was simply keeping her around to show my son how utterly useless it was to make a promise that you will always fail to keep. I wanted to show him the hopelessness of his position. After Evelynn, he followed orders, he was my loyal little dog and then – you came. Now he’s straying off track and I am losing control, Sophie. I don’t like losing control and so, I am going to get everything nipped in the bud when my son does decide to come through that door. Although, it surprises me that he would even bring something so personal to him up to a complete stranger – a hostage of all things.” I hummed thoughtfully, a purr of sultry thought slipping from the turning gears in my head before smirking, turning to Louis whose lips seemed to be sealed shut.

“You’re evil.” Dylan shook his head, the unmistakable sadness of a memory creeping over his young features as he tried to lean in closer to his sister to comfort her, his shoulder reassuringly touching hers. Despite his earlier injuries he was no worse for ware – aside from the cuts and bruises on his face – which I have no problem in admitting I caused from his lack of cooperation. It’s astonishing really. Rape does solve problems and they don’t even have to be yours.

“I am what I need to be for this group to survive. Its obvious Harry has some sort of connection to Ms. Stone, one I will assuredly be breaking. Now –“ I cut myself off, glaring at Louis before picking up the gag hanging down and forcing it roughly back between his teeth and reaching back to pull the knot taunt.

Louis let out a groan but otherwise sat still, waiting anxiously for my next move. I could tell by the way his eyes followed mine. It was almost pathetic and I petted the top of his head.

“You’re a loyal one to your master – I’ll give you that Tomlinson. Harry is the one you answer to and although I respect that, I need you to answer direct questions because Harry, although is my son, he is not in charge where I am concerned. The boy has a lot to learn and the first bloody thing IS NO ATTACHMENTS!”

I slammed the tongs down and stood in front of Sophia, my hand raised back, letting it hit her cheek with a blow and knocking her clear from the chair onto the floor.

Sophia’s cry was music to my ears and I promptly grabbed her by her long red hair, dragging her back to me while her brother Dylan protested but Christian and Jonathan were both quick to restrain and silence his cries to simple quiet whimpering and for some reason, the Stone children were good at triggering the music and the throbbing pulse threatening to orgasm itself into bliss at the pure thought of causing them pain.

“Som.” Louis growled, his teeth biting down on the cloth again. It was almost like he was trying to bite the material in half.

I shrugged but ignored him, dragging Sophia away from the chairs and in front of both of them, holding her with one hand and unzipping my pants with the other.

Sophia’s eyes widened as she screamed. Out of fear or pain I don’t know. Perhaps a combination of both.

“Sophia is my property. Harry is my property, you are all my property until I say otherwise and you will act accordingly to your instructions.” I spoke calmly, the temperature in the cabin rising a few degrees as my eyes flashed in anger, darkening against the contrast of the light.

“Please, stop! You’re hurting me. God, please.” Sophia screamed in a straggled cry, bringing her hands to where I firmly held her hair and trying desperately to pull them off, which only caused me to yank harder and deliver another blow to her face with my hand.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I screamed, my voice booming off the walls as I shook her head violently, most likely giving her whiplash. “I am in charge. I am your fucking GOD, Stone. If you want me to be a merciful God to you, then you’re going to have to show me some respect. A sacrifice. You can start by sucking me off.”

With that my hand was sliding my throbbing hard cock out and before Sophia knew what hit her, her mouth was forcefully around my hard aching member.

“Get to sucking you fucking little slag!” I ordered, forcing her head further up shaft until I felt her trying to take in fresh air, gagging on the large organ she was forced to take in.

Dylan was struggling against Jonathan and biting Christian’s hand to be let go. Fortunately when Christian took his hand away he replaced it with the thick strip of cloth the younger Stone still wore.

“I’m glad we had that talk today, Christian. I’m happy you’re finally on board.” I grunted, before screaming, her teeth sinking into the fleshy parts of my sensitive area. I grabbed her hair and threw her off.

She let out a pained scream before her body flew to the side with a harsh kick. It was enough to leave her still on the floor, finally silenced.

“Steel? Put Ms. Stone back in her chair for me. Put her gag back in, I don’t want to hear anything from her or Dylan until Harry gets back. Right now, I got a lesson to finish teaching.” I glowered, approaching Louis again, the cheese grater back in hand.

Louis shook his head but all I did was smile and lean forward so our foreheads were touching. Every so slightly, I kissed his cheek, it was right above the scar I gave him.

“Oh, Tomlinson – you are still like a son to me, regardless and I am hoping you will be met with as much respect as I am but you need to keep away from the delusions. Ms. Stone is a distraction and is merely here because her daddy traded her but she has found her use – as you have found yours. Unfortunately, you need a reminder and son, like Harry, I am more than happy to give you it and it truly, believe this or not, hurts me more than it is ever going to hurt you.” I chuckled at the end, bringing the grater to his cheek, chiseling my hand up and down ever so slowly.

I saw some of his skin redden and peel before he moved his head back in panic, his words muffled as he shook his head. So with no other choice I brought the grater back, slamming it across his cheek, the scrape now occupying the flesh, trailing thin lines of copper red.

Louis screamed out into the gag that took rent in his mouth and tears finally welled into the hardened criminal’s eyes.

“You and the rest of the gang will follow my orders and mine alone unless I instruct Harry directly. You, Harry and everyone else will keep your distance from Ms. Stone. If I see any of you treating her more than an object or fellow gang member I will gouge out your eyes with a hot poker. I better not see kindness and I sure as damn bloody fuck better not see compassion. You are here for a reason and you all seem to have forgotten it. Because I am left to choose a punishment for you all as a group, here it is; you will go without food until I leave and you receive water only when I believe you or any of them have earned it. Harry included. If I can’t trust him then I can’t trust anyone.”

I sighed and patted the bleeding and skinned side of Louis’s cheek before looking at his thick eyebrows, putting the torture device to them.

He whimpered but I paused when the door opened and quickly slammed, Harry stopping dead in his tracks at the scene.

After a moment he cleared his throat and pointed to his crotch.

“Damien – your pickle’s hanging out and what the fuck just – “

I cut him off.

“Jonathan, Christian, Shane? Tie Harry up, set him here beside me. Him and I are going to have a long discussion.” I growled, Harry’s face falling into a sarcastic pout.

“Aw, you know what, dad? As much as I love our talks –“He began but was interrupted by Jonathan and Shane who roughly seized his mouth, reverting the cabin back into silence. I was almost relieved as I watched them forcefully bind and gag him so he couldn’t interrupt. From experience I learned it’s no fun if you can’t at least hear them scream and by the time I’m done, Harry Styles would rue the day he strayed. I am going to make sure he never strays from his purpose again.

Notes

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