Stockholm Syndrome

My eyes slowly cracked open and I came to. The smell of burnt flesh still lingered. I look around, my eyes constantly fighting to stay open. My arms were sore and felt like they were going to fall off any minute. Looking up, I see that my arms are still chained to the ceiling. My entire body felt numb. My clothes were tattered and damp. Bead of sweat trickled down my forehead making my hair stick to my face. I had no idea how long I was out for but as far as I could tell, I was the only one in the room.
The basement was quite big. There was a light bulb hanging from the roof in the middle of the room that kept flickering. I shuddered. It reminded me of horror movies. I hate horror movies! There were various tables and crates placed across the room. I try not to freak out when I see the various weapons and 'tools' scattered across the benches. Guns… a metal bat covered in blood… knives… hammer… It took my entire being not the throw up. I just hoped they didn't use any of them on me. The whole entire room looked like a torture chamber!
I could hear faint voices coming from upstairs. The voices grew louder and louder but then stopped. I craned my neck towards the door of the basement as it creaked open. The chains that bound me rattled as I kicked my legs and twisted my body. "Enjoying your stay?" Niall teased as we walked down the stairs and stood before me. I was slightly worried when Harry and Louis walked in after him with a camera in his hands. Niall nodded his head to Louis and I saw the red light on the camera on. Oh god! They're filming! I look at Niall through half lidded eyes. "Are you okay Princess? You don't look so good?" He asked, caressing my cheek. I move my head away from his touch and a look of fake hurt spreads across his face.
"Why so cold Heidi?" He asked, griping my chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look at him straight in the eyes. I squirm uncomfortably under his stare. "Don't you love me anymore?" He pouted, placing a strand of hair behind my ear. Louis snickered behind the camera. Niall joined in with him. "Well I don't give a damned shit about you either bitch." He said. "Now, you know why I'm here don't you bluebird?" He mused, moving to circle around me, looking my body up and down.
I twist against my restraints to try and follow him. "Say hi to the camera bluebird." Niall smirked. Louis walked up to me and zoomed the camera on my bruised and battered face. I was very tempted to poke my tongue out. "Let's try this again shall we?" Niall said with crossed arms. He held up his phone and shoved it in my face. "Who does this number belong to?" I squint my eyes at the number. "It… belongs to…" I try to get the words out of my mouth but my throat was too dry and raw. Niall shook his head and walked over to one of the benches. "All this is pain and violence is unnecessary my little bluebird." He said, his hands skimming over all the 'torture instruments'. "It can be easily be avoided if you just give me what I want." He said, wrapping his hand around the handle of the blood covered metal baseball bat I saw earlier.
"Either way…" he trailed striding over to me. I eyed the bat fearfully. "I'm going to make this bluebird sing. Strip her." He ordered. Harry grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off my clothes, leaving me in my underwear. I'm pretty sure that I had no dignity left. Without warning, he swung the bat back and slammed it against my thigh. I bit back my scream causing my lip to bleed profusely. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction and pleasure of my screams. Niall growled when he didn't receive the reaction he was hoping for. "Trying to be brave won't get you anywhere." Niall snapped slamming the metal bat against my abdomen. This time I did scream as I felt my ribs crack under the harsh impact. I felt a warm sickly substance make its way up my throat. I let out violent coughs as I spat out the blood, decorating the concrete floor with red. It looked like paint splatters. "Who did you call and what did you tell them!?" Hitting me again with the baseball bat in the side. "Tell me what I want to know and I'll remove your restraints." He said. I looked at him to see if he was telling the truth but I couldn't tell. He had a mask I couldn't see through that veiled any sort of give away.
"Connor…" I panted. Niall placed the bat underneath my chin and lifted it up so I was looking at him. "Say it louder." I licked my lips. "Connor." I repeat. Niall chuckled to himself. "Ah Connor Thompson, a good ol' friend of mine." He smirked evilly. "Continue." He instructed. I remained silent. "Fine, suit yourself." He sighed, readying the bat for another strike. "I told him where I was!" I scream seconds before the bat made contact with my body. Niall lowered the bat back down to his side. "well then, let's give him some… incentive shall we?" He offered. He turned to the camera. "Connor Thompson. Did you miss me?" He spoke to the camera. "You didn't honestly think that a prison could keep me at bay did you?" He laughed mockingly. "I heard you lost something. It's such a shame when people take things away from you isn't it? After all, you were the one who arrested me, I think it's fair that I take something from you in return." He started.
Niall turned back to face me. The bat was still in his possession as he stood beside me. Louis followed him, the camera still rolling. "Your precious little sister, Heidi." He finished. You looked into the camera, your body broken and bruised. You hang limply from your chains. "Connor…" you whisper. "She's quite the catch isn't she?" Niall stated, squishing my cheeks together with his free hand. "It's going to take some serious persuading for me to give her up."
"I hope you liked that little demonstration Thompson because there's more where that came from." He smirked swinging the bat in his hands. "And I haven't even gotten to the good part yet." He said, looping his fingers in the side of my panties, tugging at them lightly as he stood with his body pressed up against me. I gulped and held my breath. My face went pale as a single tear trickled down my cheek. "There's a few things that I want." He explained, moving around to stand behind me. "And if I don't get them…" His hands travelled up my sides before resting on my shoulders and playing with my bra strap. "… I'll let your imagination run wild with that one." He said. Louis turned off the camera and threw it to Niall.
He pressed a few button before chucking it back. "Have Liam export the footage and send it to Thompson." Louis smirked. "See you later Heidi." he taunted before walking up stairs. "Nice underwear Heids!" Harry winked suggestively. Niall went to follow him but stopped when I yelled at him. "Hey! You said you'd let me down!" I remind him. Niall turned around to face me with a bored expression. "I did? My mistake." He said sarcastically. I hung my head in defeat. I should've known that he'd go back on his word. He's a criminal! I didn't know why I even trusted that his words were the slightest bit true. I look back up to see Niall gone and sigh. God knows how long they're going to keep me down here.
A/N: Another cliffy! *rubs hands together evilly* Muwahahahaha!

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