(Niall's POV)
I can't sleep, because my mouth hurts like hell. I can still taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. That alone makes me sick, but not like when Mac looks at me. When he looks at me, he doesn't just look, he stares at me. He looks at me up and down. He winks at me, says things to me, does things to me. It's disgusting.
I'm startled as I hear the door open, the lights come on, and all of the guys are now awake. I see Mac and his guys walk towards the cell. I don't want to play another game.
They stop right in front of the cell. They're just looking at me and I see Mac smirk. He whispers something to his guys and they smile. A evil, dirty smile. Now I'm scared, what's he thinking about?
I see the other boys look at me, they're trying to tell me something, but I'm too lost in my thoughts to reply. All that's running through my head right now, is what Mac is whispering to his guys about. I know it's me. I know what it is. I hope it's not. But I know exactly what they're talking about. I know what they want to do me. I'm scared, but I will not show it, not in front of them. They will not get the satisfaction of seeing me scared.
I see Mac and his guys pull out gas masks and put them on, I know what's coming next. I close my eyes and prepare myself for the things that will happen when I open them again. My last thought is the boys. I must keep them safe. Get them out. Then my mind goes blank.
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(Zayn POV)
Niall's nowhere to be found.
They must have taken him.
The last thing I remember was seeing the look in Niall's eyes.
I knew he was scared, but his eyes didn't show it. He was trying to look strong, unbreakable, courageous.
But on the inside he was still scared.
Liam's freaking out, he's walking back and forth, talking to himself. We stopped trying to calm him down minutes ago. It's no use, once he gets like this you just have to leave him alone.
Louis' laying down, eyes closed. He's not asleep, his breathing is to fast for that. He's trying to comprehend everything that's going on. He's always been the best under pressure.
Harry's just sitting there staring off into space. He's thinking of something, that's when everything seems to goes wrong.
A screen is lowered down into the room. It's like a TV, the screens fuzzy. Then all of a sudden the picture clears out and we see Niall. He's strapped to a chair. He's unconscious, but he looks like he's waking up.
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(Niall's POV)
I feel myself begin to wake up. I wish I could wake up from thus nightmare. Part of me just wishes that I just wouldn't wake up. That it would just be the end. But then I remember the guys. I couldn't ever leave them, not like this.
I open my eyes, flinching at the brightness of the lights. My vision begins to focus, and I see Mac and his his standing in the corner. I look in front of me and see a camera during in a tripod. There's a little red light flashing in the camera, they're recording me. I hope the boy's aren't seeing this.
Mac walking towards me, I'm scared of what he's going to do, he has a evil glint in eyes, and he's smirking a me. He walks behind me and stops.
"Now, Niall If you haven't already figured out, that camera right in front of you is recording everything that is about to happen. And to make it even better, I thought I'd just let the boy's watch too. Wouldn't want then missing out on the fun now, would we?" Mac said as he put his hands on my shoulders. I flinch not wanting his hands anywhere on me. I feel him slowly slide his hands down my shirt. Now I'm shaking. He began to unbutton my shirt from behind me, exposing my bare skin.
