Louis' POV
I peeked into the room where Justin was supposed to be, and furrowed my brows as I watched the boy gasp pathetically.
"Guys?" I whispered to the boys who were gathered in the hall, trying to get some medical shit for the other hooker, Jason.
"What?" Liam asked, handing Dylan some first aid box.
"The Justin kid is breathing weirdly." I shrugged.
Zayn crossed his arms and looked at the other boys, "So who'll be dealing with that?"
"Uh, Zayn, Dylan, Harry, you go deal with Jason and make sure he's still alive... Niall, can you set up dinner, and Louis and I will go check on the Justin kid." Liam announced.
Niall pouted, but headed to the kitchen while the boys did as told.
Liam and I walked into the room with Justin in it - which was conveniently Liam and Niall's room - yes, we all have to share rooms due to there not being a lot of them.
I share with Harry, which has it's perks.
Justin took small, quick gasps while his eyes darted around the room, his body shaking in fear maybe.
I had a gut feeling of regret at the sight - I feel guilty, I mean, he's having a panic attack.
Liam stood over him, biting his lip, "Hey, Calm down, its okay. Just breathe, please." He spoke.
Justin looked at us in pure terror, tugging at his wrists. I could see the rope burn form already.
"Deep breaths," Liam instructed, "Come on, now."
Justin shakily took in a deep breath, "Wh-Where's Jas-son?" He stuttered, still gasping slightly.
"Dont worry about him, just worry about breathing." Liam instructed.
"What a-are you gonna do to me?" Justin gasped out, his eyes wide as he stared at us.
"We're just going to play a few games..." Liam scratched the back of his neck, "Look, if you just listen to us and do as told, we'll let you go and never bother you again, alright?"
"What... What sort of game?" Justin was half calm now, staring at us questioningly.
"You'll find out." I hummed, "Most of them are sexual so you'd be used to that, right?" I was hoping the joke would lighten the mood, but by the look of Justin's face he took offence to it.
"Just because I'm a prostitute, doesn't mean I'm an expert at sex, okay?" Justin spat a bit, "Fuck you and your games. I'm not doing shit unless I see Jason."
"First of all, its our rules-"
"What kind of sick people do this?" Justin cut Liam off, yanking at his wrists, "SOMEONE HELP, HELLLLLPPPPP!" He began screaming loudly.
Liam quickly leant over and grabbed some socks from his drawer, shoving them in his mouth, "Keep your mouth shut."
"What do we do now?" I asked Liam, sighing.
I was definitely unsure about all this now.
"We'll figure it out during dinner, come on." Liam led me out of the room, closing the door and leaving Justin in the dark. I felt bad.
It was currently 1am - and if you're questioning why we're having dinner so late, its because we were used to staying up all night.
The boys met us in the lounge and sat down, eating off a large plate of hot dogs made by Niall.
"So how's Jason?" I asked.
"Still out cold, we handcuffed him to the bed just in case..." Harry smiled at me.
"So what's the plan now?" Niall mumbled.
"I have no idea, we didnt really plan this all too well." Zayn snorted.
I sighed, frowning, "Maybe this is a bad idea... I dont think it'll end well..."
"Im still keen on getting some sex though." Dylan grinned, "I was pretty close to it and damn it was good."
The boys let out chuckles.
"Dont worry Lou, it'll be fine... its not like they're wanted anywhere else... we could be doing them a favor." Niall shrugged
