Breaking Points

Part Three of Sophie Miller's Stockholm Syndrome
Sophie Miller is no stranger to kidnapping. Getting kidnapped four times in the span of nearly three years practically makes her an expert on the matter. Anne Miller though, Sophie's newly found sister and first time kidnapee, knows one thing her sister doesn't: never let Stockholm Syndrome into your head. It's easier said than done when the One Direction boys prove to not only to have sick, perverted sides, but also worried and loving ones. Will Sophie succomb to the boys' charming attitude once and for all, or will Anne manage to get herself and her sister out before she too is stuck with Stockholm Syndrome? After all, Harry, Niall, Louis, Zayn and Liam have proven repeatedly that their breaking points are right around the corner...


22. Honesty

Anne’s POV

I stare at the four boys in front of me in disbelief.

“No way.”

After Liam had brutally shook me awake a couple hours ago due to the fact they had to send a screaming Sophie to the hospital, we had all been ushered to a hotel. Barely seven hours of sleep later, I’m waked up once more, but this time the boys mean business.

“You were excessively mouthy to me last night Anne,” Zayn states. “This is non-negotiable.”

“My sister is at the hospital and you want me to pick someone to abuse me?! To stick their dick into my mouth?! What is wrong with you?!” I protest once more. “Can we just forget about it?!”

“No. No we cannot forget about it. You’re lucky you even get to pick,” Zayn shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t call that being lucky,” I scoff.

“This kind of attitude is exactly why you need to be punished!” He booms, the vein in his neck bulging.

“Louis. I pick Louis,” I stammer quickly, taken aback by his lack of patience.

“Well I’m not doing this,” Louis shakes his head, standing up decisively. “I don’t know about you lads, but this doesn’t feel right,” he adds, looking at the three other boys.

“Louis you don’t understand... It’s too late to simply drop everything,” Niall shakes his head, sitting on the bed. “Believe me I’ve thought about again and again. It isn’t just about them. It never was. If we let Anne or Sophie step out of line one time too many, we’re going to lose everything and end up in prison.”

“You bet you are,” I acknowledge without thinking. Louis’s face pales.

“You wouldn’t stay silent? You’d want us to go to jail?” He says, clearly hurt. I look down at my feet nervously. “Anne?”

“I can’t I’d really want it... But Lou you’d deserve it,” I reply tentatively. “If you really feel bad about everything you put us through, you know it’s the right thing,” I try to reason.

“And that is exactly why we don’t release you,” Liam snaps. “I’ll take care of her mouth―”

“No I’ll do it,” Louis buts in, a determined look on his face. “On your knees Anne.”


“No talking,” he silences dryly.

“I can’t kneel!” I respond heatedly, motioning my knee.

“Then sit.”


“I said no talking!” He retorts, his fingers moving to unzip his trousers. “You want to tell on us? Fine. I’ll just make sure you think twice before opening your mouth.”

I suddenly feel like I should’ve kept my thoughts to myself.

“Louis, you’re going to punish her right?” Zayn enquires, forcing me to a sitting position with both legs extended in front of me.

“That I will.”

“I forgot, I have to go take my medication,” Niall states uncomfortably before leaving the room.

Liam’s hands wrap around my wrists while Zayn’s hold my ankles to the ground. Louis steps in between my legs. I gaze at him pleadingly from under my eyelashes.

“You have no right to look at me with pained eyes! You brought this upon yourself,” the blue-eyed boy declares firmly. Out of the blue, a fabric is wrapped around my head, covering my eyes. The sudden darkness makes me uneasy.

I purse my lips as the distinct sound of Louis removing his trousers fills the air. I want to throw up. I shift in my position but both Zayn’s and Liam’s grips harden as I do so.

“Don’t move. Just open your mouth.” Louis’s voice is slightly muffled by the scarf around my head. I don’t listen to him, hoping he’ll change his mind.

I whimper though when fingers dig in my sore knee.

“Open. Your. Mouth.”

Shoulders sagging in defeat, I finally do as demanded.

“That’a girl.”

Bile rises up my throat as my mouth is filled with skin. I feel hands’ holding my face still as Louis pushes his member in until it reaches the back of my throat. A choked sound escapes my lips.

I inhale deeply with my nose, trying to think about something other than being so crudely used but my mind is blank when Louis removes himself before thrusting harshly back in.

I gag and my eyes reflexively fill with water.

He presses his hips against my face and pulls away in a repeated and harsh motion, making my jaw ache and the tears flow freely down my cheeks.

Not soon enough, the British boy removes himself completely and the two other boys release my arms and legs. As soon as I’m free, I remove the scarf, stand up and go lock myself in the bathroom without looking at any of them.

“Anne,” Louis says on the other side of the door, banging on the wood. “Anne please open the door.”

I stay quiet, fumbling through the bathroom cabinets. Usually hotels have some... Relief floods me when I find what I’m looking for.


Opening it, I pass it under the water once before grabbing the small toothpaste and placing some on the toothbrush. I start brushing my teeth, wanting to get the horrible taste out of my mouth as quickly as possible. I spit, rinse and brush about five times before I’m somewhat satisfied. I feel as if I should wash my whole body of Louis’s touch.

“Anne open the door.” It’s Zayn. “You’re not even supposed to put weight on your knee.”

“Why do you care?” I retort.

“We are not heartless. We actually care about your well-being. What had to be done is done and now we can get over it. Come on Anne get out,” he trails on, knocking on the door again.

“I’m going to take a shower so no, I won’t get out,” I reply, deciding I’d wash my whole body.

“Maybe you should consider taking a bath instead? It’d be better for your knee...”

“No I’m taking a shower. I don’t like baths,” I respond nonchalantly, removing my shirt. There’s a short pause on the other side of the door.

“Fine. Don’t take too long though,” he ends.

“I’ll take as much time as I want,” I mutter quietly, riding myself of the rest of my clothes. I twist the tap to the warm temperature and let the water flow a bit before stepping inside the shower and shutting the curtain.

I shut my eyes and rest my head on the shower wall, letting the water cascade down my body. A wave of hurt hits me and I slump to the bottom of the shower, digging my face into my hands.

“Dad where are you?” I hiccup, letting sadness drown me. I don’t cry. I don’t want to cry. I just sit there and let the water do the crying for me.

I shriek in fright as the curtain opens, covering my body with my arms.

“What are you doing?” Zayn asks calmly.

“I’m looking for Puff the magic dragon! What does it look like I’m doing?! The fuck are you doing?!” I spew angrily, hiding myself as much as I can. He puckers his brow.

“Just checking up on you. Show me your wrists,” He asks, not at all deranged by the fact that I am naked.

“Seriously? Now?”


“Heck no! I’m not my sister: I don’t self-harm!”

“We can never be too sure,” he shrugs. “You were silent for quite awhile and the cabinets were open. Why?”

“I was searching for a toothbrush! You know, to get the taste of dick out of my mouth,” I snap.

“And why are you sitting on the floor?”

“Because it’s a free country and my knee hurts. Are you finished with your interrogatory so I can go back to washing myself?” I grumble angrily.

“I thought about what you told me last night,” he continues.

“Can we talk about this later? I want to wash Louis off my body.”

He purses his lips, considering my demand before shutting the curtain without another word.

“Thank you,” I sigh, standing up after a couple seconds. Exhaling, I grab the body wash, squeeze some in the palm of my hand and begin rubbing every inch of my body with it.

“As I was saying, I thought about what you told me last night and I―”

I yelp in shock as Zayn’s naked body presses into my back.

“No! Get out!” I shout, huddling in the corner. “What is it with you boys and nudity? It’s called privacy!” I continue heatedly, shooting a rapid glare at Zayn behind me.

“I find you so intriguing Anne... Why do you hate being naked so much?” he enquires, getting closer to me.  I flinch as his finger slides the length of my back.

“Don’t,” I warn, shuddering.

“You said you wanted to wash Louis off your body: I’ll gladly help.”

“No thank you.”

“Are you sure?” He mumbles, breathing softly in my neck. His hands slide to my hips. “Because I can show you I’m not pathetic at all when it comes to women...”

My breath hitches, my heartbeat quickening.

“No,” my voice wavers as I turn to look at him once more. Water drips down his tattooed chest.

I almost positive he’ll start touching me without my consent but to my surprise, he steps away.

“Fine. Let me know if you change your mind love,” he smirks, winking before leaving the shower. I stay motionless for at least two minutes, making sure he isn’t going to barge in again before I resume washing myself quickly. How does Sophie even manage to follow their mood swings?! Louis was fearful to angry in a matter of seconds while Zayn went from insensitive to affectionate in the nick of time. Next thing I know, Liam’ll offer me flowers and Niall will kiss me good night. That’d be so weird.

I shudder at the thought, rinsing my hair and body.

About five minutes later, I wrap a towel around my body and step out the shower, only to find a bag of clothes on the bathroom floor. Frowning, I hold the towel tighter around my chest and take a peek at what’s inside.

I’m very pleased to find a change of underwear as well as sweats and a long-sleeved shirt. I change rapidly before getting out of the bathroom. I pause in the doorframe, listening to the boys talk in the other room.

“I think we should go to a club for your birthday Zayn... Get your mind off Perrie.”

“Honestly, I’m not even thinking about her anymore.”


There’s a short moment of silence.

“Yeah we can go to a club and get one of those V.I.P booths. That’d be nice,” Zayn acknowledges finally.

“What are you doing, snooping around like that?” Louis’ voice whispers in my ear making me jump.

“When is Zayn’s birthday?” I counter, my voice as hushed as his.

“Tomorrow. Why?”

“What day are we tomorrow?”

“January 12th.” Soph’s and I’s birthday is in a week... maybe we can make it out by then.

“We can hear you two even if you’re whispering,” Zayn states loudly. “You can come and join us.” I roll my eyes and move to turn around the other way but Louis’s hand wraps on my forearm.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going back to sleep.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Don’t make me hate you Louis,” I say.

“You’re threatening me? I think it’s the other way around sweetheart. Don’t make me hate you,” he warns. “I’m the one who has the control here.”

“And you like that? Having control over me?”

“You have no idea,” He mumbles.

“I’m not talking to you anymore,” I declare. “You’re an ass.” Scowling, I shrug his hand off my arm and step inside the living room where the three other boys are seated. “So what are we doing today?” I ask, Louis shadowing me.

“Why?” Niall frowns.

“Why not? I need to know when I’ll be tied somewhere, when I’ll be used and when I’ll just be avoiding you,” I respond, placing my hands on my hips.

“We’re waiting for Sophie and Harry to come back from the hospital first and then we’re heading to Memphis for another show. After that show, we’re hopping on a plane to Los Angeles,” Liam answers, his gaze briefly moving from his phone to my face. “You’ll certainly be tied during the show, used in the plane but we won’t give you the chance to avoid us,” he continues.

“Abused in the plane?!”

“Why not?” Liam shrugs.

“There will be no unnecessary plane abusing,” Zayn reassures, looking at Liam before looking back at me. “We do everything for a reason Anne. For both our safety and the one of you and your sister.”

“How is abusing us making us safe?!” I exclaim in disbelief.

“Makes you think twice about your actions. Proof is that you don’t even try running away anymore. If we hadn’t punished you at all, we probably wouldn’t be having a civilized discussion right now. You’d be swearing like a sailor and fighting against us.” 

“With reason,” I snap, fists clenching. My stomach growls at that exact moment.

“And on that cue, I think it’s time we order some breakfast. Soph and Hazz are arriving soon anyways.”

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