Kidnapping Zayn Malik: Mission Impossible ➳ Ziam AU

Chapter 25

Zayn's POV.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes, a sigh escaping my parted lips. I licked my lips lightly, winching when I felt the cracks and splits get wet with spit.

I looked around the horrid room that seemed to be getting more and more dull every day. The walls a cold stone, the leather of the sofa old and ripped in an ugly manner. The hard stone  floor even felt cold under my Vans.. Only one window, which was pretty high up, so I  could only just see through  it, and at that I had to go up on my toes, and I  could only just see. The window had been bolted shut, so I couldn't get out. The dark hard wood door had to be locked whenever either Liam's dad or uncle weren't in the room.

Liam's dad didn't come to see me much more anymore. Sometimes he came in and fed me, but he had only done that twice in these few days. And sometimes he just came in to be mean to me and beat me up. He'd done that yesterday when Liam's uncle was out.

Liam's uncle had told me what he was going to do with me almost 3 days ago now. So, pretty soon, probably tomorrow night, or evening, I was going to be killed. And, hell, I was praying every day that Liam or Louis or Niall, or even Harry would come save me. But me hope was starting to be whittled down.

Sighing, I got up off the sofa and picked up my Ray Ban's off the floor next to the lumpy sofa. I slipped them on, my vision improving in just the slightest.

I was surprised I didn't have a bad back from the sofa yet. In fact, I thought I'd be dead by now, so I'm surprised I'm alive really. I'm pretty sure I have broken a few things, maybe fractured and been scarred for life, if that hasn't already happened, but I'm toughing it out. The pain seems to have just become a natural feeling for me now, after so many beatings. I got at least one a day, from either men.

I guess Liam's uncle wasn't kidding when he said we were going to have some 'fun' well, fun for him, of course, I mean, why would I have fun getting pain?

But, the weird thing is, Liam's dad hasn't really done anything sexual to me yet. Well, except that horrible name 'Pet' that he seemed to have adopted. But I didn't even think that can be classed as sexual, well, not in my books.

I guess he's just saving all the sexual stuff for when he rapes me..

I shivered at the thought, I didn't know if I could handle that again.

No, I knew I couldn't handle that again...

I sighed, not wanting to think about that horrible memory of silent screams and painful hours.

But, I knew, one day I'd have to face it, and I'd have to think about it, and talk about it, open up to someone...

Someone.

Just one person... One. I couldn't stay like this forever. I couldn't hold these walls up forever, and I was growing weak, all because one person is slowly tearing them down, and getting to me, to my heart, to my feelings and my messed up life and past.

Liam.

His face popped up in my mind and tears suddenly sprung to my eyes. I wanted to push him out my mind, never think about him again. But I had to, I mean, how can someone never think about the person you in love with.

I didn't want to think about him because I knew I'd just get sad and end up crying a river over him.

As I thought about his face, his voice, his touch, his feel, a lump formed in my throat. I choked back a sob and slid to the floor again t the cold wall I didn't know I had backed up to.

I took shaky, uneven breaths that made me intake sharply. I had to calm down. I loved Liam, and I think, hope Liam loves me back. And if he does love me, he will save me.