Stone Cold

Harry watched from his chair as Louis' menacing eyes bored into his frightened ones. The eyes that he so desperately wanted to trust at one point, now he saw the true evil in them. The cold, dead eyes of his kidnapper.

"How do you feel, Doll?" The blue-eyed man asked with a stone cold face. Harry looked away from the electric blues to look around the nearly empty basement. It was then that he noticed how cold it was as he started to shiver.

"As if y-you care about how I-I f-feel," Harry stuttered angrily, looking back up at a monster. The man walked towards him and began to circle his captive.

So pale and small, the little china doll was. His skin, the color of porcelain, had a slight blue tint to it as the temperature in the basement was as cold as outside. A snowstorm had blown in suddenly while he was waiting for Harry to wake up. It shocked its citizens as it covered London and the surrounding cities with a white blanket. It was below freezing and he could see both of their breaths.

"Of course I care, that's why I brought you here," he explained while he placed a hand on Harry's bare arm. He faked a gasp. "Are you cold, little dove?" He asked while walking over to a chair, holding up one of his own jackets. He had taken off the lad's jacket after about an hour of watching him slouched unconscious on the chair. He wanted to see how pretty he would look with blue tinted skin and purple lips.

He also wanted to see the boy in his clothes. It was a way to claim him as if that jacket made Harry his. It wouldn't stop the boy from fighting him, though, and he knew that.

"N-No, I'm n-not cold at all," Harry snapped as he shivered and watched his breath flow out of lips like smoke. Louis frowned.

"Of course you are, if you want the jacket, just tell me that you're cold."

"Where's m-my jacket?" Harry asked, pulling slightly on the cuffs wrapped around his wrists tightly. They only added to the cold his body was trying to fight.

"Upstairs in your room, but I have my jacket, you can wear this." Harry looked at the jacket and wondered what it had gone through. What had Louis done when he wore that warming cloth? Did he hurt someone or kidnap another unsuspecting person like him? If he had, what happened to that person?

What's going to happen to him?

"I-I d-don't know wh-wh-what's on that jacket. B-Besides, I'd rather f-freeze than w-wear anything that b-belongs to y-you." Louis' frown deepens into a scowl, pulling the chair he was sitting on before Harry woke up and placed it down backward in front of him. He straddled the chair and rested his elbow on the back of the chair, placing his chin on his palm.

"Why not? You seemed to like me before." Louis pouted at Harry mockingly as the boy looked away.

"Th-that was before you...kid-kidnapped me," Harry stuttered as he shivered violently, refusing to look at his captor in the eyes. He was embarrassed at how true the statement was, he did like Louis.

But now Harry knew there was a monster hidden inside him, and he's disgusted.

"Only because you're so cute. So beautiful and precious and all I want to do is hold you and protect you," Louis sighed as he looked at the beautiful creature shaking violently from the cold in front of him with a fond look.

"Do y-you u-usually fl-flirt with people you kid-kidnap?" Harry spat out. Louis only grinned.

"Of course not," Louis said, walking behind Harry. He leaned down, his lips next to the shivering boy's ear. "I kill them," Harry froze suddenly, his shivering even ceased to stillness.

"Y-You k-kill—"

"Oh, don't worry, my precious little, Doll," Louis cooed mockingly, moving in front of Harry to caress his cold cheeks. Ice cold to the touch, he'll probably freeze soon if he doesn't get warm. "I couldn't even imagine painting your skin red as I do with the others." He leaned into the terrified boy to press a kiss to his neck. Harry whimpered in fear, his eyes shutting as his lip quivered.

"Then w-what do you—"

"What do I want?" Louis scoffed, grabbing Harry's curls, using them to pull his head back. He grinned sinisterly down at his boy. "What a stupid question, the answer is obvious." Louis leaned down and pressed his lips against Harry's. His lips were so cold and chapped, but Louis couldn't get enough of him as he struggled to get away. He loved the fear he felt radiating off of the younger lad. He pulled away, his lips hovering over the shaking boy. "I want you. I want you so I took you." Louis watched as Harry closed his eyes in fear.

"L-L-Let me g-go," Harry stuttered, exhaustion suddenly taking over his body. Louis ran his thumb over the boy's purple quivering lips. His eyes suddenly had a faraway look in them and his body started to slouch.

Hypothermia was beginning to set in.

"I told you I wouldn't hurt you, but I won't stop you from hurting yourself. Tell me you need the jacket or you'll get hypothermia," Louis demanded, smirking when Harry looked at the jacket with longing in his eyes. But he was hesitating.

He was so cold, he wanted nothing more than to give in and cover-up. The cold was torture. But he doesn't want to give this psycho what he wants. He didn't want to give him the satisfaction of having control over him.

He didn't want to let him win.

But he's so, so cold. He felt like he could feel his blood freezing in his veins and he was beginning to have trouble breathing. He'll probably die at this rate.

"O-okay." Harry's shivering had turned so violent that when Louis placed the jacket over him, the jacket fell off him. Louis sighed.

"Can you move?" Louis asked, but Harry passed out, slouching in the chair again. "I guess I'll have to carry you upstairs then," he muttered, grabbing the key to the handcuffs from his pocket.

He sighed and called Zayn.

"I need you to go to his room and get a fire started. And bring a cup of tea, he deserves a nice little treat." Louis looked at the boy's stiff figure and pressed his lips together in a tight line.

"You're so strange, Lou. I don't understand you sometimes." Louis smirked at his friend's statement as he maneuvered the boy onto his back.

"It's okay, you don't need to understand the King. The King makes his own rules and reasons and everyone else needs to follow. Isn't that right, Prince?" Zayn could hear the smirk on his best friend's lips.

The brother of the King in London's underworld, the Prince of drugs and thieves. It only fits that as the brother of the King, he himself became a Prince.

This was a monarch, their little country of criminals that listened to their hierarchy. If they decided to disobey, they were punished.

And the punishment was always the death penalty.

"I suppose so. How's the Queen doing?" Louis began to walk up the stairs with the corpse-like body of his doll barely weighing him down when carried like this.

"He'll be better once I defrost him." Louis gave Zayn a smug smile as he met him at the top of the stairs, on his way to make tea.

"How are you going to do that, King?" Zayn asked as he walked the opposite direction of him.

"I'm sure I'll think of something."

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Harry woke up hours later feeling much warmer than he had ever felt in his life. He opened his hurting eyes and noticed he was on a bed in a huge room. He sat up on the bed only to find out that he had his hands cuffed together in front of him this time and they were connected to chains on his ankles. He began to freak out as he noticed all of his clothing had been removed minus his boxers.

"Oh, god, no—"

"Great, you're awake." Louis clapped as he came out of a door, naked minus his boxers as Harry was.

"W-What did you d-do—"

"Oh, don't worry," Louis cooed, walking over to Harry who struggled to get away from him. "I needed to warm you up or you would have frozen to death, I just shared my body heat with you, nothing else, Doll," Louis explained as he crawled into the bed and grabbed Harry, forcing him to quit trying to get away.

His grip on him was too strong.

"So, I figured I should get this out of the way so we can get to what I really want," Louis said, digging his nails into Harry's side to get him to stop struggling. He did, only because he was still extremely weak from earlier. "Drink this," Louis said and handed him a cup of tea, rolling his eyes when Harry looked at him in distrust. "It's to warm you up and help your throat stop hurting because I can't imagine it feels good at the moment. I didn't poison it, that would defeat the whole purpose of having you here." Harry sighed and took the tea, he might as well, he can't do anything about the situation as it is.

Harry began to drink the tea and held back his sigh of relief. He didn't want the monster to know he was grateful for it.

"So, I imagine you want to know why you're here. The answer is a bit more complex than how I had originally explained it. I'm your pathetic excuse of a father's supplier." Harry's eyes widened at the mention of his father and looked up to see Louis staring off into the fireplace that was directly in front of the bed.

"He owed me quite a bit of money, so instead of making him pay me that, I made a deal with him. I'll forgive his debt and I get you instead." Harry's entire body froze in its place as he looked down at his mostly filled teacup.

He couldn't have. He wouldn't do th—

"He agreed." Harry shook his head violently as he threw the rest of his tea at Louis. The man screamed in pain as the scorching hot liquid ran down his naked torso.

"He wouldn't do that! You're fucking lying!" Harry screamed. He rolled off the bed and onto his wobbly legs. He tried to run but the chains on his ankles were chained to the bed, making him fall to the ground when he tried desperately to escape.

"He's a lying piece of shit. He's a drug addict and he didn't deserve to have you in his worthless life. He didn't love you, but I do. So stop trying to get away from me because you'll never escape me," Louis seethed, picking Harry up and placing him on his shoulder after unlocking the chain that held him to the bed.

Harry struggled, flailing his chained arms and legs as much as he could as Louis walked him back down to the basement. He opened a hatch in the floor that was hidden under the rug and threw Harry inside carelessly, making him hit his head on the concrete ground. He felt the welts beginning to form on his wrists and ankles as he struggled to get free.

"You'll stay in there until you learn how to behave," Louis sneered, shutting and locking the door. He turned toward the thermostat as Harry began banging on the door, calling for help. He turned the temperature up so the boy wouldn't freeze but not high enough for him to be comfortable.

"I'll be back once you've learned that this is what's best for you because you're not going anywhere," Louis sneered coldly, sending a shiver down Harry's spine at how cold his tone was. Or maybe it was the cold air that made him shake.

Harry sat down on the wet, dirty ground and felt the where he hit his head. He was bleeding and he had a huge cut right above his temple. He moved his hand away from his head and wrapped his arms around himself to try and stay warm.

He leaned his head back against the wall and shivered, praying that this is just a dream. A horrible, horrible dream.

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Written By: LarryShipperForLife

[Other Authors: Castaway_Larry, @LarryShipperForLife, and YSLmalone]