My life is A lie

My life is A lie: Sixteen

Will POV:

"Oh my God we became spiderman!" Leah said and clutched tighter on my shirt.

"Shh, they're gonna hear us." I said as I climbed higher on the rope.

Leah has her arms and legs wrapped around me tightly and I have an arm on her back, preventing her from falling. She has her legs in my sweatpants and her head stuck out of my hoodie's collar.

We're climbing to the highest floor with a fucking thin rope where Travis Neil's office is.

Don't worry, I'm invisible and I'm sure Leah is also concealed with my invisibility, or so I think.

But I can't give up as we're already 16 floors high, and the building is 28 floors.

Brianna POV:

I woke up to some weird noises. I felt even more pain everywhere on my body. Oh I'd rather die than live with this much pain.

They killed everyone except me and Liam to bring us here, but Liam isn't here.

The noise was of plastic breaking. Stepped in a shiny, polished high tip black shoe in black jeans.

"Waddup man?" Chris said and then they slapped their hands together. The man had a reciding hairline with brown hair and black eyes.

"Ay." He said and they both let out a humorless laugh.

"Who's in?" Jordan asked as he walked in, putting on his gloves. Probably back to torture me.

"It's Neil." Chris said and turned behind to Jordan.

"Hey Travis, how you doing?" Jordan said and they shaked hands.

"I'm good, just came to check out your new place."

Travis?

Neil?

That sounds a little familiar.

Leah POV:

I slowly put in my leg through the window and jumped in. "He's not even here." I mourned sassily.

"Hmm, this is weird." He said and turned on Travis's computer and sat down on the soft leather chair. While the computer was loading, I sat on his lap as he played with my hair with his free hand and used the other to use the keyboard.

"Fuck, it's locked." He mourned and put his head back on the chair.

"Speaking of locks, have you locked the door?" I asked as I stood up and walked towards the door.

"I didn't."

I tried to twist the lock to lock it but it was too tight, "How do you even lock this thing?" I asked and used more of my energy until Will came from behind and twisted it like it's nothing.

He twirled me to face him and I looked up at him. 5'5  with 6'8, now doesn't that sound weird enough.

What's more weird is that he's fucking dead.

He lowered his head to my eye level and slid a hand inside my shirt, "I think you gotta hit the gym sometime." He said and slid his forefinger in my bra lace.

"Oh yes like we have so much free time to do shit." I whispered loudly in a sassy tone and dramatically rolled my eyes before he glided his tongue on my collarbone.

I started shivering again from his damn ice cold skin on my flesh when the door moved under my back, "Mr. Neil, someone's here to see you."

Will's hands on my back and hip gripped tightly and he literally became a statue. I took the sign and didn't move a centimeter.

He cleared his throat, "I'm busy." He said, trying to act like Travis.

"Okay." The woman said as light footsteps echoed in the charged silce.

"That was close." I whispered quietly and Will's grip loosened.

Liam POV:

They walked in out of nowhere, laughing together while being covered with blood.

This place is so huge and everything is white but blood splattered everywhere. It would be completely emptiness if it weren't for all the gruesomely tortured people and all the members here.

Nathan went with them again. Since he's new, they mostly take him with the kidnapping.

He looked around as they walked in and spotted me sitting at my usual place.

I'm a hassle for them because I don't eat fucking raw human meat and drink blood as water for hydration so they gotta get food for me.

They sent one of their members dressed as a very normal village girl to get the food for me. She stays there for 2 days a week and gets everything that will last till a month.

Nathan sat beside me with a piece of brain in his hand. He took another bite from it like it's some juicy meat with blood dripping from it, "Hey man."

I looked away and put a hand on my eyes because that sight just makes me want to throw up.

"Oh sorry but you gotta get used to these stuff ya' know." He said and put his bloody hand on my shoulder.

"Nathan." I said and got the courage to look at him.

"Yeah?" He took another bite and I couldn't help but start gagging.

"I- uh-" I gagged again and drank water from the bottle they gave me.

"Is it really that disgusting for you?"

"Why do you all only kill old people?"

He silently looked down at the ground, chewing the last piece of the brain, "Well, killing and torturing just makes us happy and old people are already close to death so what bit of their life is left anyway?"

That's actually a really good reason but, killing; happy is just.. psychotic.

I didn't say that out loud and stayed quiet. Someone called for him and then he went running, wiping the blood on his hands on his light brown colored hoodie.

Everyone here wears light brown colored hoodies because they used to kill people in their cardboard box which was light brown and it got stained with the blood so they wear the color of the box.

I'm wearing one too.