Torn

Waking up with his arms tied up above his and his legs cuffed to each of the end posts didn't surprise him. Waking up naked had sadly become something Harry was accustomed too. Having a pounding headache and feeling like he was going to throw up was also a feeling he was used too, but usually, it was because of remembering the night before. This time, it was because of the drugs that monster forced in him.

He couldn't stop shivering and his skin hurt whenever it brushed against the sheets from where he was under the covers. The dim lights were bright enough to make his eyes pound in pain.

The pain in his back and ass was more intense than usual, whether it's from the drugs or from however many times Niall raped him last night he wasn't sure. Probably both.

"You're really an idiot." Harry didn't bother looking away from the cream-colored wall to look at Niall.

'Imagine how nice it would look covered in blonde's blood.'

'His organs hung up like decorations.'

'His dick nailed to the wall.'

'His head hanging from the ceiling.'

"Stop," Harry whispered, irritated at his own thoughts. They're getting worse.

"Did you tell me to stop? I haven't even done anything, yet—"

"I wasn't talking to you," Harry muttered quietly. He moved his arms around, trying to get some circulation in them to get rid of the pins and needles he felt.

"Wow, so I've driven you crazy?" Harry shakes his head.

"Don't flatter yourself," Harry said in a brittle voice. He flinched when the other man chuckled.

"Well, whatever you say," Niall snipped, walking over to a table on the other side of the room. With his back turned to Harry, he fiddled with something, but Harry couldn't see what it was.

"What did you give me last night?" Harry asked quietly, his anxiety spiking when he couldn't see what the blonde was doing.

"Oh, just a little concoction I had made up for you. You were pissing me off so I had my boys make you something to scare you." Harry tugged on the handcuffs keeping his arms above his head but it did nothing. Not that he really expected it too.

"Why are you doing this?" Harry asked, hiding how scared he felt inside. He couldn't let Niall put more drugs into him, he just couldn't.

"Why? Because it'll piss Louis off," Niall said simply, turning around. But instead of holding another syringe as Harry thought, he turned with a knife in his hand. Harry's eyes widened and he struggled to get free.

"W-What are you—"

"I'm going to give you some marks and I want to make sure you show Louis when he gets back kay?" Niall walks over with his lips in a thin line. He sat down beside Harry, brushing a curl away from his face as he held the knife against his chest. The cold metal sent fearful shivers down Harry's spine as he gazed up at the monster.

"I'm going to ask you questions and I want the truth, understand? I'll hurt you if you lie." Harry nodded his head, keeping his tears at bay.

'Why are you so scared?'

'He can't hurt you too much.'

'He knows Louis would kill him.'

'Just do what he says and maybe you'll be able to get out of this and kill him. '

'Stop!'

"So the first question," Niall takes his hand away from Harry's face and put it by his side instead. "Why are you so scared of drugs?" Harry closed his eyes. He did not want to reveal anything about his family to this freak.

"I had a bad experience," he mumbled, giving as vague of an answer as he possibly could.

"Care to elaborate?" Niall asked. Judging by the look on his face, Harry seemed to have piqued his interest.

"Not particularly, no," Harry snapped back weakly, wincing when Niall sliced a cut into his arm, moving the knife away. Harry felt blood dripping down his arm but he refused to look.

He can't look at blood, he refused too.

"Wanna try that again?" Niall smirked.

"My dad is an addict and he ruined my family's life. He drained our money, forces my mom to work herself nearly to death as well as my sister, oh and let's not forget the fact that I become his punching bag. Is my answer to your satisfaction?" Harry barked out defensively. Niall looked at him in shock.

"Well, I wasn't expecting that but yes, yes it is." Harry watched as a light flickered behind Niall's eyes.

"Did you realize that you either cry or get angry when you're scared?"

"What?" Niall nodded slowly, looking straight into Harry's eyes.

"I'm guessing it's a defense mechanism, but you seem to get angry more than you cry. So it seems that you only cry when you're terrified." Harry rolled his emerald eyes as he lets out an irritated sigh.

"Do you realize you get a smug look on your face when you think you've figured me out and then when you realize it's not true, you look disappointed?" Niall shrugged.

"Let's get on with the questions."

'Of course, you can't stand the fact that I'm figuring you out while you're struggling to figure me out.'

"How many guys have you slept with?"

'Why is everyone so interested in that?' Harry thinks bitterly.

"1, well, if you count you raping me, I guess it would be two." Niall gripped the knife tightly but made no move to cut the pale skin.

"So, you let Louis take your virginity?" Harry stared at the white ceiling, imagining the face of the only person he ever considered to be an actual boyfriend instead of one of those fake high school ones.

"He isn't the other guy I was talking about—Ah!" Harry screamed, biting his lip as Niall slashed his chest in one quick movement.

"I told you that I would hurt you if you lied!" Niall sneered, slashing more cuts into Harry's chest as the boy struggled to get away. He finally stopped after 7 cuts, all up and down Harry's torso. Harry glared at him with tears in his eyes.

"I didn't lie! I've only ever had sex with my ex-boyfriend and that isn't Louis! Louis forced me to do things but he's never fucked me! I didn't lie!" Harry whimpered, closing his eyes so he didn't have to look at his chest.

'You should look at it.'

'Maybe it'll bring out your true self.'

'Don't you want that back? To be yourself.'

'No! I don't know what you're talking about!' Harry screamed at the voices, tugging at the restraints to try and grab his head.

He doesn't understand what they're getting at.

But he can't think about it any longer as his train of thought moves to the pain on his face.

Harry looked up at Niall where he was shaking his hand.

"Focus, Harry, stop spacing out!" Niall screamed, slapping him instead of punching him like the first time. Harry cried out as Niall's hand made contact with his cheek, but stayed silent after that.

He couldn't cry.

He wouldn't cry.

"I guess that's all I'm going to get out of you." Niall sighed, climbing on top of Harry. "Our time together is drawing to a close. Louis will be coming home soon and lord knows he won't let me near you. So, I might as well enjoy you while I have you." Niall said, pressing kisses against Harry's neck. Harry held back tears as he braced himself for the night ahead.

Ah, shit.

He's crying.