Victim

Chapter 12

Guess who's alive!! Who knows the movie saw? Bc I LOVE IT *manically laughs* btw dudes I'm sorry this is so late OMG I feel horrible :'(
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Nialls POV

"Good morning, babe." Nick sneers, not bothered by the mounds of corpses surrounding us. He lights a small candle, placing it In the hands of an old friend.

Maybe if I feign innocence, I'll be released?

"Good morning, Nick." I curtly force a smile upon my lips, only to have it wiped off with a slap.

"Don't mock me Horan." He spits, bending down to fiddle with some pieces of a dead body. He detaches the index finger, and places it in his mouth.

It takes every muscle in my entire body to not vomit.

"Nothing like the taste of decomposing flesh, am I right?" Nick cackles.

I don't respond.

I can hear the awful sound of the bones of the finger breaking beneath his teeth.

It becomes eerily silent after he's done, and suddenly an idea pops into his head.

"I wanna play a game Niall." Nick maniacally smiles, trailing a finger down my neck. If I were actually able to move, and not strained down, I would honestly tear his balls right out of his skin.

I mean, if he had any balls (ohhhh Niall is a straight savage ;))

"What game?" I ask, desperately wanting to be free from this god awful place.

"If you listen you would hear it, so disrespectful." Nick reprimands me, tutting.

I sigh and slump in my chair, I was being disrespectful?

"There it is again. I don't see how Zayn puts up with that attitude." Nick uses a disapproving tone, scanning the bodies once again for another snack.

"Zayn.." I whisper solemnly, I want Zayn.

"Thought I forgot about him?" Nick grins, patting his pocket which a phone is encased at.

"Can I talk to him?" I meekly ask, already knowing the answer.

"Nope." He automatically responds, he seems to think something over, then rewords his decision. "Not now, you haven't earned your call. I'll make a deal with you." Nick fishes out his phone and dangles it above me.

I feel so childish while I hopelessly watch the phone, my only chance of escape, literally dangle infront of me like a dog with a bone.

"If you lose the game, I'm killing you without hesitation. One bullet to the head and it's over horan."

"And If I win?"

"Trust me, you won't."

"Try me."

Nick shakes his head with a smirk resting on his lips.

"So optimistic and eager." Nick mutters before collecting himself and Turing on all the lights.

The room exposes every body in full lighting and I can't describe how horrifically mortifying this is.

The whole room is a death trap.

Cages hang above me, dried blood along the metal with Charcol bodies crammed in the small spaces. On the walls there are spikes and holes. Corpses are bloodied and impaled, hanging askew.

Every body seems to have died a different way. Burning, amputation, bleeding, gassed, and many more. They create a mushy carpet for the concrete ground.