a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

The Plan

##TAYLORS POV (back in time a bit)

"Finally! Good work men"
"Whatcha gonna do with her?"
"God. I mean look at her"
"I mean just look at those tits, you cant miss out on that, shes a real good steal"
"Pshh, I know. She wont know what hit her"
"Yeah cause you're a one hit wonder!"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Oh, sorry."
"Anyway, we need to get her to the mansion before she wakes up"
"Wouldn't matter if she woke up, the injection should have her weak for a good few hours"
"Good point."

"Aaalright, get her in then"
"Got her?"
"Yeah, Ill get her to the basement"
"Ill be there in a second"

My eyes flick open, still heavy and my vision is still blurry, my limbs are numb and my head is spinning. I gradually gain a bit of consciousness, upon opening my eyes fully, I realise I'm hauled over someones shoulder, must be Tom. I rest my head onto his back and take a deep breath in, this doesn't smell like Tom.
Realisation kicks in, Im flopped over someones shoulder in a place I don't recognise. I try to lift my arm to punch the persons back, however I cant physically move my limbs.
I wriggle as much as I can in a pathetic attempt to escape the mans grip
"Looks like someones awake." His voice is low and gravely, I cringe as he grips me harder
"Heres your end of life room, enjoy it" He lays me on a rock solid bed and runs his hand through my hair
"Wheres Tom" I struggle against his touch as I force words out
"Ha! You wont be seeing him"
"What did you do to him?" I question, desperate to learn of the fate of my lover
"Oh we didn't do anything, he's probably driven himself crazy looking for you"
"He'll kill you." I snap as he presses a cold hand onto my neck
"Sh now, don't make this more difficult for yourself."

His hand travels from my neck to my chest where he grabs hold of my breast, I squirm under his uncomfortable touch
"Get off!" I shout in disgust
"Do I need to sedate you again?" He whispers harshly at me, I bite my tongue as I try to gather the strength to fight him off
"Do you need to be sedated." He pauses between each word
"Fuck you." I growl at him
"Naughty bitch" He snarls at me with a greedy smirk wiped across his chubby face. I clench my jaw as I struggle to lift my paralysed arm up
"Don't be ridiculous" he tuts whilst he grabs my wrist putting immense pressure on my weak bones.
His icy hands continue roaming my body as I squirm, trying to fight the sedative. I groan in disgust. Each nerve in my body is begging to punch this man, to kick his balls and rip his hair further receding his hairline, yet no matter how much I try my body lays still, unresponsive to the movements I wish to make.
"You look nice in that outfit," He starts "I bet you'd look better with it off" I cringe at his shit pickup line and shoot him a dirty look.
"He'll kill you." I repeat
"That makes it more exiting" He speaks as he licks his dry lips, I dry heave in his face. Fucking weirdo
"Your funeral" I spit as his eyes wander my body which is sprawled on the rock hard bed.

"Well, actually its your funeral!" He speaks with a concerning amount of excitement
"If I die, no one makes it out alive" I speak with confidence
"Shut it" He slaps my numb face
"What the fuck?!" I wince, he slaps me once again, but harder this time. Then again. And again. And again.
Everything goes fuzzy, I cant hear, or see, or feel, Im just stuck with my thoughts while I lay oblivious to whats going on around me.
I suddenly loose control of any remaining rational thinking I had left, my mind is running wild. My imagination is creating endless possibilities of what Tom may or may not have done.

Its been ages, Tom still hasn't come for me, maybe he's left me for good this time.
I now realise that my life is of no importance to anyone, if I die tonight who's gonna care? Clearly not Tom, or any of the boys. Not even I would care.
Maybe I'm better off dead. Maybe if I die all of this would end. I wont have to suffer, I wont have to wake up every morning feeling like shit. I wont feel the undying urge to drink myself to death. Maybe I should let this man kill me, end all of this fucked up shit. I would finally be at peace, I would be safe in Lottys arms once again, and finally see Ria.
I should die. I deserve to die. I serve no purpose in this fucked up world I live in, I do no good for anyone I meet. I cause problems and arguments and death. Im the problem. Im the reason Im where I am today. Its my fault. Its my entire fault. I should've died years ago. I wanted to die and I still fucking do.
I have no positive impact on anyones lives. All I ever do is ruin everything.
I want to die. I deserve to die. I need to die.
I don't want to wake up again, I don't want to feel the sadness I feel every day, I don't want to fucking live.
Im good for nothing. All anyone sees in me is a good fuck. A sexy body. A hot face. Anyone who sees further then that is full of shit.
I am an empty shell carrying endless amounts of anger and sadness around with me.
Im nothing. Everyone thinks I'm fucking dead. So may as-well let me die for real this time.
Wouldn't matter anyway, Im just a body.

##TOMS POV##

"Just let me get her." I protest
"Tom we don't know what or who is in there" Why does Bill always have to be so damn cautious
"Bill do you seriously think I give a fuck!?" I grab him by the collar of his shirt and stare into his eyes
"No, and neither do I, but why should we all die for her?" He responds, not backing down
"If she dies, everyone fucking dies. I don't give a shit who you are. Shes all I have"
"What about me!? I was fucking there since day one. I held mum in my arms while you shot dad.
I slept in the freezing cold alleys with you when we were homeless. I stuck by your side." Bill erupts
"Do not bring mum into this." I scowl
"She was my mother too Tom." His voice breaks
"Do you think I'm stupid?" I respond, my anger bubbling

"Oi" Georg interrupts "Theres a back entrance" I snap my head around to face him as he points to a dark corner of the lawn. I let go of Bill and motion for Georg to continue his proposal
"Only three guards, probably smooth sailing from there." He continues
"Im going in then." I re load my gun and sprint to the back entrance ready to take on a whole army for my Taylor.