Vicious (7) (Patreon)

Author's note: here is a new chapter of Vicious. Will be posting the 8 chapter in a few minutes. i hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! 

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Y/N regained consciousness, her body feeling heavy and drained. It took a moment for her to gather her bearings as she woke up mid-afternoon the next day. Every part of her ached, especially her injured leg where the dog had bitten her. Disoriented from sleeping for so long, Y/N's thoughts immediately turned to Giana. She hadn't been able to send her a text to let her know that she had been caught. With a sigh, Y/N pushed the blankets off her warm body and gingerly slipped out of bed.

She used the bed for leverage as she hopped towards the pile of her used clothes by the front floor. The pockets were empty. Y/N's heart raced as she frantically searched the room, tearing through drawers, lifting cushions, and rummaging through her bags in a desperate attempt to find her phone. Her hands trembled with anxiety as she realized it was nowhere to be found. Panic began to set in as she contemplated her next move.

With a determined resolve, Y/N strode towards the door, her hand reaching for the handle. But as she turned it, her heart sank. Standing before her were two imposing figures, their expressions stern and unwavering.

"You can't leave the room," one of the men stated firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. He had a heavy irish accent. Y/N hadn’t met him or seen him before.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she met their gaze, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty. She felt trapped, powerless against the forces that seemed to be closing in around her.

Y/N's frustration boiled over as she faced the two men barring her way. "What do you mean I can't leave? This is ridiculous! I need to get out of here!"

The men remained unmoved, their expressions unyielding as they reiterated, "Boss orders are clear. You're to stay in the room."

Y/N's anger flared at the mention of Harry's name. "Of course, he's behind this," she muttered under her breath, her eyes flashing with indignation.

Attempting to change the subject, one of the men interjected, "Hungry?”

Y/N's fury intensified at the casual offer of food. "I'm not hungry! I'm furious that I'm being locked in here like some prisoner!"

But the men remained stoic, their allegiance to Harry unwavering. Y/N felt a surge of helplessness wash over her as she realized the extent of Harry's control over her situation. She shut the door loudly wanting to let Harry know wherever he was that she didn’t agree with his decision.

With no distractions in the room, Y/N felt the weight of her confinement pressing down on her. She paced back and forth, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But without her phone, she was cut off from the outside world, trapped in this suffocating room.

She flopped down onto the bed, frustration gnawing at her. She needed to think, to come up with a plan. But her mind felt foggy, clouded by exhaustion and anxiety.

As she sat there, her gaze fell on the window. It offered a sliver of hope, a potential way out. But without her phone to call for help or navigate her surroundings, it seemed like an impossible escape route.

Desperation drove her to consider every possibility, no matter how slim. She had to find a way out of this room, out of this nightmare. But with each passing moment, the walls seemed to close in around her, suffocating her with the reality of her captivity.

"What are you doing here?" Y/N questioned as Charlie entered the room, a tray of food in hand.

"You need to eat," he stated matter-of-factly, setting the tray down on the bed. On it sat a plate of lasagna accompanied by a caprese salad. Y/N couldn't help but feel surprised by the choice of Italian cuisine, though she doubted it would compare to the flavors of home.

"I'm not hungry," she lied, though the aroma of the food made her stomach growl in protest. Despite her hunger, she knew she needed to confront Harry and demand her release.

"We aren't doing this, Y/N," Charlie warned, settling into the futon on the other side of the room.

"Exactly! We aren't doing this. Where is he? I need to talk to him," Y/N insisted. Charlie sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. He could sense that the rest of the day was going to be challenging. Harry had given strict orders; she wasn't allowed to leave the room for a week. He wanted her to reflect on her actions. Harry felt the urge to enforce a more severe punishment himself, but he knew better. He wanted to give her one more chance.

Charlie shook his head. "You need to keep up your strength," he insisted, gesturing to the plate. "Harry's busy right now."

"I need my phone," Y/N interjected, desperation creeping into her voice. "I need to call someone."

Charlie's brow furrowed in confusion. "Your phone? I'm not sure where it is," he said obliviously. "You probably dropped it while you were running through the woods."

Y/N's frustration grew. "This is absurd! There's nothing to do in here," she exclaimed, gesturing around the room. "I'm bored out of my mind."

Charlie sighed frustrated. "You're not allowed to leave this room," he explained. "But maybe I can bring you something to read. Would that help?" He hated that Harry had assigned him to babysit her.

Y/N brightened slightly at the prospect. "Yes, if you bring me something to read, I'll eat," she agreed, her hunger overcoming her frustration for the moment.

"Fine. Eat. Now," Charlie ordered sternly before rising from the futon. "I'll be right back."

Y/N wasted no time and began to devour the food. To her surprise, every bite of the lasagna and salad was delicious, momentarily distracting her from her confinement.

"Here," Charlie said upon his return, holding a small stack of books. He seemed taken aback that she had kept her end of the bargain. "I'm not sure what genre you prefer, but I brought you a few options." He placed the books on the bureau.

"Thanks," Y/N said gratefully, genuinely surprised that he had returned with reading material.

"The doctor will be back in a few hours to check your leg. Finish eating," Charlie reminded her before exiting the room, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts and the promise of books to pass the time.

For two days, Y/N had been confined to her room. She had devoured two books, finding solace in their pages amidst the monotony of her captivity. However, as the morning of the third day dawned, she found herself longing for the simple pleasure of fresh air.

Approaching the window, she noticed with frustration that it had been nailed shut. Harry's precautions were evident, and the realization only fueled her desire to escape the stifling confines of her room.

As she looked outside the window, she could see another man sitting right under the window on the ground floor. Guarding her just like the two big ones outside of her door.

With a sigh of resignation, Y/N decided to make the best of her situation. She filled the bathtub with hot water, allowing the steam to envelop her as she sank into the soothing embrace of the water. Closing her eyes, she let herself relax, the tension melting away with each passing minute.

After luxuriating in the bath for a while, Y/N emerged feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Wrapping herself in a fluffy towel, she settled back onto the bed and reached for the romance novel she had been reading.

Lost in the pages of the book, she was transported to another world, one where love conquered all and happily ever after's were guaranteed. As she turned the final page, a sense of contentment washed over her.

Deciding to change out of her pajamas, Y/N opted for an ankle-length floral dress and a pair of sneakers. It was a casual choice, perhaps a bit childish, but she didn't care. After all, she had no one to impress within the confines of her room.

A few hours later, the door creaked open, shattering the quiet sanctuary of Y/N's room. Startled, she looked up to find Silas poking his head in, a small, enigmatic smile dancing on his lips. Surprise washed over her at the sight of him; she had half expected him to be buried six feet under. Since the brutal beatdown, she hadn't heard a whisper about his whereabouts.

"Let's go!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. Despite the sunglasses shielding his eyes, Y/N could discern the remnants of wounds and stitches etched across his face.

Confusion knit her brows tightly together. "Go where?" she inquired, setting her book aside and rising from the bed, a surge of curiosity flooding her senses.

"Anywhere but here," Silas responded cryptically, his gaze flickering around the room as if he anticipated an unwelcome visitor at any moment. "Come on! Before they get back!" he urged, glancing anxiously over his shoulder. "It's now or never."

Anticipation quickened Y/N's heartbeat. She had yearned for a change of scenery, even if it meant incurring Harry's wrath. Without a moment's hesitation, she nodded in agreement and followed Silas out of the room, her spirit alight with the promise of adventure.

In the dimly lit confines of his office, Harry sat behind his imposing desk, a faint scent of cigar smoke lingering in the air. He had just concluded a meeting with a few individuals who had come seeking favors, their requests adding more obligations.

As he leaned back in his chair, contemplating the outcomes of the discussions, the heavy oak door swung open, admitting Charlie and Lex into the room. Both men wore expressions of composed alertness.

"Everything sorted out?" Harry inquired, his tone carrying a note of expectation.

Charlie nodded curtly. "All taken care of, boss," he confirmed, his voice tinged with a hint of deference.

Lex, ever the silent sentinel, simply offered a nod in agreement.

Satisfied with their efficiency, Harry's gaze narrowed slightly as he shifted his attention to more pressing matters. "And Y/N?" he asked, his tone betraying a hint of curiosity. "How's she been behaving?"

Charlie exchanged a quick glance with Lex before responding. "She's been... cooperative," he replied carefully, choosing his words with precision. "Keeping to herself mostly. No trouble so far."

Harry mulled over the response, his thoughts veiled behind a facade of inscrutability. Y/N's presence in his domain had been a source of unexpected complications, her defiance and attempts at escape serving as reminders of the delicate balance of power he maintained.

"Good," he remarked, his voice betraying none of the complexity swirling beneath the surface. "Keep an eye on her. We don't need any surprises”.

Leaning forward, Harry's gaze settled on Charlie with a steely intensity that brooked no argument. "I'll be paying Y/N a visit," he declared, his voice carrying a weight of authority that commanded immediate attention.

Charlie's brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he composed himself. "Understood, boss," he replied, his tone respectful yet tinged with a hint of apprehension. He knew all too well the implications of Harry's unexpected visit.

Harry's lips curved into a faint, calculating smile as he continued. "I want to see for myself how well she's been behaving," he explained, the subtle undertone of menace underscoring his words. "Make sure everything's in order."