Chapter 23- Asher

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Okay so when you joined this fandom you joined to support Zayn, Harry, Liam, Louis and Liam. Just because Zayn left the band doesn't mean you stop supporting the other 4 too, you still support the 5 of them you'll just support what Zayn decides to do with his life now, obviously Harry, Niall, Liam and Louis want to continue otherwise the band would've split completely. I know it hurts but we can't abandon the other boys, this is their dream and we can't freaking ruin it for them.

SO NOW LETS SLAY EVERYONE FOR ZAYN, WIN EVERY AWARD, PROMOTE THE FUCK OUT OF THEM AND GET THEM NUMBER 1, DO IT FOR ZAYN XX

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"Hello Gwendolyn, I want to play a game. This game's dedicated to the biggest rat around, the one who set me up; also known as you. And therefore, you'll be the only victim in this game. You were smart enough to rat me out, figuring it all by yourself but you weren't clever to spill it all to the right people. You've been richly rewarded for your words by the police, court staff and your hideous father. But today, you'll be rewarded for your silence. The key yo your freedom's hidden somewhere in this room, you have to pull stuff around and discover (just like you did with my case) your solution and saviour. But beware, the room you're currently in is a surprise room- you better be careful when snooping around." The robust man explained. Only now, compared to the previous games the masked man who used to occupy the small screen wasn't there - the firm frame of Harry had replaced him.

My eyes darted around the room frantically, looking for something suspicious, though all they came upon was multiple big boxes and chilly, grey walls. My vision got blurry as I stared at the smirking figure on the small screen, his green eyes sending knives into my aching soul.

"Oh and we wouldn't like our game boring, would we? Let's add a small catch, you know.. To keep it enduring. Every time the decibel level in this room rises above a whisper, your time will be shortened. When your five minutes are up, a great explosion will go off in the room, will you be there to burn or will you watch from afar? The choice's yours."

The green in his eyes twinkled deviously and he titled his head towards me. A wicked smirk lurked on his lips as he leaned back in comfort. His face was screaming revenge. The payback he had been seeking for was finally taking place, he was about to get rid of another Wilson, he couldn't be happier about it.

The screen flashed closed like a blink, the noticeable clock on the wall starting ticking simultaneously. My body trembled in panic as realisation hit me, I couldn't let him win, no way in hell was I letting him win this so longed fight. I inhaled deeply, those boxes didn't seem safe enough. Better check the walls for any bumps he could possibly shove my sever in, even if it meant my manicured nails would be ruined.

I had rushed towards the cold looking wall, my hands stretched ahead of me to feel for anything helpful. However, as soon as my hands made contact with the unpainted concrete, a stream of electricity launched through my skin. My body was thrown forcefully to the other end of the room, my back hitting the parallel wall. I instinctively withdrew in fear this wall might be electrified as well. I clutched my burning hand to my chest in agony, my body rising back to my feet. A small cry had escaped my boundary as I hopped up and down, the anguish was too great. To my horror, 30 seconds were taken out of my total time; leaving me standing on 4 minutes. I whimpered at the sight of my churred hand, I knew electric shock was dangerous, I had read somewhere that pain in your hand when being electrocuted might indicate a possible broken bone, resulting from the electric shock causing violent muscle contraction.

I cautiously drugged my legs towards the other side of the room, mouth held tightly in fear of my inner sobs turning into real ones. I figured touching the walls was no longer an option. Ending my life before the explosion took off didn't really seem like the ideal plan. Strands of my hair were falling down my face but I chose to ignore it.

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