They kidnapped you. They took you because of your father’s betrayal. But this isn’t about him anymore.

They don’t tie you to the chair anymore. They don’t have to.

You don’t try to run. Not after what happened the first time.

Now, you move when they say. Eat when Harry says. Sleep when Harry says. And when he wants silence, the entire warehouse goes dead quiet.

You’re always in someone’s sight — but it’s his gaze that crushes you the most.

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Harry (quietly, watching you from the couch): “You’re learning.” He says it like praise. Like victory. “Didn’t scream once today.”

You sit frozen, hands in your lap. You stopped crying two days ago. It didn’t help.

Zayn (lighting a cigarette): “She’s gone real quiet. It’s kinda creepy.”

Louis (shrugging): “It’s not creepy. It’s smart. She’s figuring it out.”

Harry stands slowly, walking over to where you sit. His presence makes your heart pound like a warning bell.

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Harry (softly, leaning down to your level): “You see what happens when you listen, love?” “You don’t get hurt.”

He brushes hair from your face like he’s comforting you. But there’s nothing kind in his eyes.

Harry: “You break a little more every day. That’s good. Breaking means we’re getting somewhere.”

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The days blur. They don’t hit you. They don’t need to. They use silence, pressure, and control. You’re never alone. Not for a second. And every time you flinch, Harry smiles a little more.

Harry (low, to the others): “You see? No ropes. No chains.” “She stays because she knows what happens if she doesn’t.”