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

CHAPTER 11

[ANOTHER TORTURE CHAPTER, DONT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT. THANKS]

LILY POV

                They woke the unconscious girl by poking her face with needles. She awoke with a scream, making the boys giggle with delight. They removed her from the upright table and Harry threw her over his shoulder. Her stomach wound reopened, and started to bleed on Harry’s white t-shirt.

                He laid her out on the table, careful not to hurt the wound anymore. I almost laughed, as we all knew what he was about to do. He took her delicate wrists in his hands, and wrapped them tightly in the leather straps. He did the same to her ankles and neck.

                The other boys stood far away, farther than they did before. Harry pushed the cart as close to the table as possible, then walked around to the other side. He pulled himself on top of Joella, straddling her hips. Her cut was still bleeding pretty badly. Harry brushed his fingers lightly through her blood. He raised the bloody fingers to his face and sniffed them. A small smile tugged at his lips before he shoved them in his mouth and sucked. He moaned in pleasure and licked his fingers clean.

                He pulled them out and repositioned himself so he was sitting on her thighs. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, making him smirk. He picked an army knife off the cart, and flicked it open. He pointed it to the end of her cut, and tugged it sideways. It opened further, all the way to her side. He did the same thing to the other side, then made the cut deeper.

                Throughout this, Joella had her eyes squeezed shut, her hands balled into fists, her toes curled, and she was sweating buckets. Harry put the army knife down. He ran his hands down her side then up back up to her stomach. He grabbed stuck his finger inside the cut, and spread the sides apart. He stuck his other hand inside, and tore her torso open.

                Her screams echoed off the walls as he dug deeper into her. His hands tore through her like a dog digging a hole in a yard. Blood squirted from many angles, and bits of muscle and organs flew all around the room. His shirt was almost completely red now, as were his pants.

                Her screams faltered after a short while. Harry didn’t stop though. He kept going until most of her organs were on the floor. He then jammed his hands up into her chest, and pulled out her heart. He pulled it in front of his face and squeezed it. Blood leaked down his arm and he smiled, then attacked the heart with his mouth, eating it in a frenzy.

                When he finished eating, he climbed off the now red table. Joella’s face was twisted into an expression of fear and pain. I chocked a sob back, seeing my only friend die that way. It was horrifying.

                Harry walked over to the boys and Louis slapped his back in approval.

                “You sure know how to tear the ladies apart” Louis punched him lightly in the shoulder, and the other three boys laughed. Louis smiled and exited the room.

                “We’re gonna need a crew” I heard Louis said from outside.

                “Harry?” Another voice I didn’t recognize said. They laughed and Louis can back in.

                “They’ll be here in a few, in the meantime, whose next?” He rubbed his hands together and looked around the room.

                “You can go mate. Or Liam if he wants.” Niall suggested. Liam looked at Louis and shrugged. The men re-entered the room quietly, with the dumpster and a few extra guys. They started cleaning silently as the boys talked.