The Taste of Your Lipstick [ONE DIRECTION FAN-FICTION]

CHAPTER 7

[WARNING, DETAILED TORTURE SCENE, MAY BE DISTRUBING TO SOME READERS. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.]

LILY POV

                Niall stood in the doorway, knife in hand.

                “Planning an escape are we?” he growled. He glared at the back of the trailer, and I looked back. Carly was shrunk back in the corner, her eyes wide with fear.

                “P-please” she stuttered.

                “Please what? Let you go?” he started to laugh. It started as a chuckle, then turned into a full-on laugh attack. He fell to the floor of the trailer, laughing so hard I thought he was going to stop breathing.

                Suddenly, he was back on his feet. He wasn’t laughing anymore.

                “If you actually think you’re getting away, you’re a fucking idiot.” He shut the trailer door, and slowly walked over to Carly. When Niall got in front of her, panic flashed across her face. He kneeled in front of her, and lifted the knife up. He pointed it at her chest, and lightly drew it down her torso, making it bleed lightly. She whimpered, and he laughed. She looked over at me, giving me a knowing look.

                “I don’t want her.” He growled at her. He turned to me and smiled a sickly sweet smile. “At least, not today.”

                I pressed myself hard against the wall, his eyes burning into mine. He swung his head back around to Carly, so fast I thought for sure he was gonna get whiplash. He lifted the knife up again, and pressed it hard into her cheek, cutting almost from her ear to the edge of her lip. I tried to look away from the sight, but I couldn’t. Her cheek skin sagged, showing muscle and her back teeth.

                Niall shifted, and got into a better position. Carly was shaking, blood flowing down her body from her face. He leaned over her, and licked the blood off her body. She sobbed, and he pulled back and swung the knife down into her leg. She screamed out in pain, and he laughed. He resumed his position against her chest, licking the blood off in a way that could be sexual, giving a different circumstance.

                When her chest was mostly free of blood, he pointed the knife above her left breast, and started to carve. She winced in pain, and threw her head back against the trailer wall. He chuckled, and continued to carve. He finished, and stood up.

                The word “WHORE” was deeply carved across her chest, the deep red shining in the dim light.

                “I hope you guys know I like it slow and painful.” He said, and winked at me. “I need to go get my sickle, you stay put” he told Carly, then laughed at his own joke.

                He turned around and headed for the door, sucking the blood off the knife as he left. He turned to me, and giggled.

                “I can’t wait to have my fun with you, but the boys are making me wait. They want you to be last.” He spun around and dashed out the door.

                Carly faced me, the skin of her cheek hanging gruesomely off her face. She was bleeding heavily, the wound on her leg was the deepest. Silent tears streamed down her face, she knew this was the end. I choked back a sob, I didn’t want to see another person die. Amber’s death was relatively quick, but it was still upsetting.

                Joella was shaking next to me, and I could hear a few sobs that sounded like Kristal. I looked over, and Poppy was sitting there, a blank expression on her face. Brian was visibly shaking, trying his best not to look at the bleeding girl next to him.