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

CHAPTER 10

[I KNOW I SAID I WAS DONE WITH WARNINGS BUT THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY INSANE SO I'D SUGGEST NOT READING IF YOU CAN'T STAND TORTURE. THANKS.]

LILY POV

                Pain. That’s the first thing I felt as I came to. I kept my eyes closed and tried to remember what happened. I couldn’t remember much thanks to the throbbing all over my body. I tried to force myself to think of something else, but this pain was taking over my mind.

                I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was upright against a wall, straps across my chest and legs to keep me down. The walls were a blinding white, and the room was circular. Zayn was strapped to an upright metal table across the room. Pagan on his right, Kristal next to her. On Zayn’s left was a door. Next to Kristal was Joella, then me. The room was big, so we were pretty far apart. Brian was next to me, then Poppy next to him.

                In the middle of the room was another metal table, except it wasn’t upright like ours. It had more straps too, like wrist, ankle and neck straps. The ceiling was high, and covered in florescent lights.

                I took another look at the other people in the room. Zayn was barely conscious, and had a big burn mark down the side of his face. His clothed were burnt along with a few visible patches under his skin. Pagan was awake, her body covered in bleeding scratches but her clothes weren’t as tattered as Zayn’s. Kristal looked dead, she was covered in blood and her head was lolled to the side.

                Joella was unconscious, but I knew she wasn’t dead because her chest was moving up and down. Her shirt was rip across the stomach, revealing a deep cut. Her face was badly bruised and dried blood covered her chin. Brian was awake, but I don’t know how much longer he would be. His head was bleeding pretty badly. His lips were split and bruised, and his clothes were in shreds.

                Poppy was also awake, and her expression was blank as usual. Her face had a few scratches, but her leg got the worst of it. Her thigh had a deep gash, spreading from her waist to her knee. It was uneven, and some parts were so deep you could see the bone. But her face indicated no pain.

                The door burst open and Harry stood in the doorway. He was smiling, and walked in. Niall followed, pushing a cart with a blanket over it. Liam and Louis followed him. They all wore plain white t-shirts and black pants. They stopped at the table and Niall pushed the cart against it. He lifted the blanket off it, revealing multiple knives and torture devices. There’s no way out now.

                Niall smirked and turned to me.

                “You’re right. There is no way out” he laughed and doubled over. “God damn I thought you would’ve realized that by now.” He laughed some more.

                He composed himself and said “Who first boys?”

                “I think Zayn. I just want him out of here.” Louis spat. Niall nodded and gestured to Liam. The two of them walked over to the nearly unconscious Zayn and started to unstrap him. He slumped to the ground making the other two boys rush over. They lifted his body over the middle table and strapped him on. He moaned and Niall slapped him. The boys laughed and stepped back.

                “Who first?” Louis grinned.

                “Me” Niall said with a throaty growl. He snatched a knife off the cart. He leaned over his band mate and grinned. He ripped off the remaining shreds of his shirt and threw it across the room. His eye scanned over his burnt flesh and he smiled.