Stockholm syndrome (Harry Styles) a.u

Chapter one

"Take another shot!!" Tyler screams at me over the loud music. I pick up my 8th shot from the bar and quickly let the alcohol flow down my throat. Tyler and I continue to do shots until he grabs my arm and brings me to the dance floor. We push many sweaty body's until we found an opening in the crowd. Suddenly, our body's rub up against each other and I can feel him slowly rising my short dress up my thighs. My eyes slowly shut and I begin to moan as he starts to kiss my neck.

That's when I notice something strange.

He feels stronger and different. Maybe it's the alcohol playing tricks on me. His rough, big hands touched every inch of my body. This isn't Tyler. No matter how drunk I am right now, I can tell this isn't him. My eyes shoot open and I see tall man in front of my tiny body. I am unable to make out much of his features because I'm too drunk, but I did notice one thing. His green, sparkling eyes. I quickly push his chest in an attempt to get him away from me, but he didn't move at all.

"Baby." He growls in my ear. I quickly run away from him and my drunken body pushes through many people. I make my way outside and I realize my purse is inside, with my phone.
Fuck.
I hear the door to the bar open and the green eyed man comes running out. My heart begins to race as soon as he makes eye contact with me. I start sprinting down the street but unfortunately, he is much faster then me because in a matter of five seconds he tackles me to the hard ground.

"Plea-ase, let me go" I beg while choking on my tears.

"Shut the fuck up!" He yells at me. He grabs a rag out of his pocket and I begin to freak out. He put the rag to my lips as tears pour out of my eyes.

"Shhhh, baby, just breath." He cooed while roughly wiping my tears. My chest begins to burn. Soon, I take a deep breathe and darkness takes over my weak body.

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Thump thump thump....

I attempt to open my eyes, but I cant. I feel weak. I could not move a muscle and I realize that thumping sound is coming from my headache. My mouth is gagged, so I knew my brain is not getting enough oxygen. I can hear distance voices, but I can not make out many words.  I finally got my eyes to open and I looked around and all I see is darkness. My arms can not move because they are tied above my head with many metal chains. My ankles are also tied to bottom of what I'm guessing is a bed. The dress I was wearing earlier is no longer on my body. I am wearing a t-shirt with my panties . The only light source I see is the tiny window that let in very little light.

I start to freak out and I begin to pull on the chains as hard as I can which results in me becoming weaker. The metal chains cut my skin and I feel blood trickling down my arm.

"Stop fidgeting, you are only going to hurt your self more, babe" a voice said.

His voice scares me. It's so deep and harsh. I star to cry even more.

"Don't cry, baby" he says trying to calm me down. but it didn't work. I am hyperventilating, I feel a panic attack coming on.

"Im gonna remove your gag, you scream or make any noise I will put it back on." He mutters sharply.

I only nod in response. He put his big hands around my head, so he can untie my gag. the air feels foreign to my lungs which causes me to harshly cough.

"Would you like some water?" He asked in a surprisingly gentle tone.

"Yes, please" I respond, barely audible for him to hear.

He leaves the room only to come back a couple minutes later with a bottle of water. He holds it up to my chapped lips and I start to drink the water.

He puts the bottle of water on the floor. I took notice of my surroundings . I'm In a dark room, there's only a bed in here. Nothing else. I look over to my left to see this mysterious man staring at my bruised body. He looksat me as if I an his prized possession. A million questions are flooding my mind right now and I ponder if I should ask them or not. I look backup to him and that's when I see it. His eyes. Even though it is very dark in this room I am still able to Make out his green sparkling eyes.

"why am I here?" I croak out.

He hesitated for a couple seconds before he respond.

"Did I say you could talk?" He yelled harshly.

"I asked you a fucking question!" He screams in a deep voice.

At this point I was already in tears. I am sobbing.

"n-nno" I stutter

"Exactly" he says.

He lifts his hand up and I quickly turn my head away. I shut my eyes hoping the pain will not be that bad. But I didn't feel pain. I felt him caressing my cheek while wiping away my tears.

"please untie me" I beg and I soon realize that I spoke without him allowing me to.

"im s-sorrry" I stuttered. Fear quickly runs through my whole body.

"No" he said in a stern tone.

He walks out of the room, leaving me there tied up. I feel like an animal right now. My limbs hurt and my chest hurts from crying so much. I don't know how long I've been here for and my head starts to hurt. I decide to close my eyes. Darkness takes over me, again.

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