Fighting for life

I will fight

The last few days have been filled with meetings with Liam as he shared information about the other people that could be held accountable for the death of Olivia, which is giving me some positive hope, Harry seems to look out for me and is usually somewhat close to my proximity, always keeping an eye on me, but also keeping his distance.

Whistler seems to have been absent the last few days which is a relief to me, I am currently finishing up with a meeting with Liam.

" This is all really promising Lou, we potentially have so many more suspects now which should all come to light in court in a few weeks and hopefully get you out of this mess".

" Times up" I hear the voice at my side say and I cringe knowing that he is finally back.

" See you in two days Lou, hopefully with some more good news". I try hard to keep my face from showing an emotion as I say goodbye back to Liam.

I stand up and walk away feeling uneasy at being alone with Whistler.

I feel his hot breath of my neck before I hear.

" Thanks to your boyfriend, I have been on suspension for two days, you fucking twink".

" He is not my boyfriend". I say feeling I need to clarify this.

" Tomlinson when will you learn to shut the fuck up, so you are not Harry styles whore then".

" No, I am not, I am no one's whore". I bite back vigorously; how dare he call me a whore.

As I go to turn the corner to go back the usual way we go to my cell I am sudden pushed down a different corridor, somewhere I have never been before.

" This is not the usual way we go?" I question.

" No, it's not, prisoners are not allowed down this way" Whistler state with no further information and I am really starting to feel that something may not be right.

" I have someone who would love to say Hello to you, and I bet you are going to enjoy it like the slut you are" I hear and then I am pushed into a doorway off to my side.

The first thing I notice about the room is that it is really hot, there are large metal drum like structures along one wall with pipes disappearing up into the ceiling, with steam breaking out of tiny vents along each drum which fills up the room with hot air making it hard to breathe and I am terrified at what is about to happen.

" Well, hello their pretty boy" I hear as I watch Razor walk out from behind one of the large metal drums and my eyes scan the room looking for a way out.

" There is no way-out Tomlinson as well as no one will hear you down here, and your boyfriend is not here to rescue you this time, have fun Razor" Whistles saids before he turns on his heals.

" Tomlinson, if for some reason you get out of here alive, if you snitch on me, I promise you I will find a way to make you disappear for good" is the last thing Whistler saids before I hear the door bang shut, the lock echoing as he bolts it in place, thinking what chance I have got now.

" Oh pretty boy , I have been looking forward to this moment, because of you I have spent seven long days locked up in iso, and let me tell you pretty boy, there is nothing to do but think, and do you know what I thought about , it was what I was going to do to you when I got out of there" He   smirks moving  closer towards me, one greasy hand reaches out and trails down the side of my face, which I swat away.

" And do you know what I thought about pretty boy and that was you , I thought about you naked, tired up, I thought about you begging me for my huge cock, I thought about ramming myself into your perfect ass and that's not all Pretty boy, I thought about you  taking  your last breath with my hands, hey I am in here on murder 1 charges , may as well add a another life sentence to what I am already serving".