Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 8.

10th October 2016

11:00am

Troye's POV

"What the hell did you think you were doing down there Mellet?" Kian shouted, throwing me onto one of the chairs upstairs. I looked around the place, my eyes diverting themselves from his furrowed forehead and his fierce eyes, staring my little body down, as I squirmed about.

"I-I" I didn't know what to say. My words were laced with anxiety, and my hands were ever so suddenly covering my face.

I felt Kian's breath on my neck as he scrunched the hem of my shirt, almost grinning as I wriggled and thrashed. I didn't want him to hurt me, but unless I said something quickly, I knew he would.

"So, what do you have to say for yourself Mellet? Do you care to explain why I saw you with no balaclava, and why Jc, not only heard but saw you comforting the Hostage? What is he? Your boyfriend?" He chuckled, pushing my shoulders back into the chair, my body now forcefully being held down.

"I'm sorry I was just-" I tried to explain, lead him off the scent, but it wasn't working. He had hit the nail right on the head.

"TROYE!" He screeched, his breathing heavy, his muscles flexing as he gripped me. "You have 10 seconds before I rip your-"

"IT WAS A TRICK OKAY?" I screamed, whimpering as his pressure loosened. "I was trying to help you." I explained.

"Tell. Me. Everything." He sneered.

10th October 2016

11:00am

Connor's POV

I sat in silence.

My body sat ridged as I looked at their faces, creepily covered with the black balaclavas and their muscly bodies draped in large black clothing, something that did nothing for their physique.

I wasn't going to talk.

I had decided I would fight to the death if needs be, my heart not prepared to help them out, even if it did save my life. I had Troye, and he would get me out of here. Safely. Secretly. Sneakily.

I would not give these thugs the satisfaction of hearing anything, even if they were to use the batons in their hands.

"It's quite obvious you're not going to speak to us isn't it." The taller one asked, his voice almost squeaky under those layers. I squinted my eyes and glared at him, before letting out a huge breath, one that had been holding tension, panic and strength. I felt strong in front of them. All thanks to Troye.

I was worried about him.

I didn't know him really, but his face stayed glued in my mind, the words I had heard as he ran up the stairs, petrifying me.

I wasn't scared of these two idiots, but I was sure scared of the main one. The one that had Troye.

He had found out our plan, and that made me worry if I would ever see Troye again. What if he took him away, finished him off for going against the rules? what if he hurt him, exposed him, what if he granted him the same fate as Melissa?

I didn't realise I was crying until a heavy kick reached my stomach. I winced silently, not giving them the satisfaction, but my bloodshot eyes gave away my pain, and I couldn't keep it in anymore!

"S-STOP!" I wailed, closing my eyes briefly as they kicked me again. "P-lease" I pleaded, lurching forward as the pain erupted, thrashing through my veins.

Everything hurt, and I was suddenly more defenceless than ever.

10th October 2016

12:00pm

Kian's POV

"So tell me again, you purposely told him you were on his side to get him to talk?" I asked, smirking as Troye gulped, now sitting back against the sofa as he became more relaxed. I handed him a drink and took a seat, twiddling my thumbs as he retold his story.

"I wanted him to confess that he had seen the murder so we could get this over with quickly. If I played the scared little boy card, he would feel sorry for me, and potentially open up. I was doing it all for you Kian!" He spoke quickly, brilliantly confident, as if he had rehearsed this thousands of times. I nodded approvingly, taking a sip of my scotch.

"You my friend are quite the little apprentice to my crimes, aren't you?" I chuckled, grasping his shoulder as he smiled at himself. "You really would sink that low, wouldn't you Mellet?" I rose my eyebrows, jut wishing for his little smile to crack.

It did.

"A-anything f-for you" he stuttered, oblivious to what was happening really. I couldn't feel sorry for him, even if he had, had a bad time. After all, I was doing him a favour, keeping his secret.

"We all know why you're here Troye, why you're involved in a group like this." I said, playing with the sleeve of my shirt. "We all know you're as bad as us, you and that dirty little secret of yours." I waited, just to see if he would crack.

He did.

"Y-you p-promised, y-you promised you wouldn't t-tell!" He sniffled, hanging his head low, as if it was in shame. "I c-can't live w-with myself I-if you do!" He whined, standing abruptly above me.

"Calm down you little weirdo, you're sick perverted secret life is safe with me." I smiled pulling him back down.

He looked so happy for a moment, all visions of a scared little boy disappearing as he thought he had won this debate.

"Under one condition though." His eyes widened, and he nodded solemnly, his tears silently dripping onto his jeans. "You get down there with that boy, and you get every piece of knowledge from that night. And when you get it, you report it to me. You got that?"

He nodded again. "Anything for y-you"

"Remember, you work for me now" I warned.

With that he began to walk away, drying his tears as he neared the basement. I watched him stumble to the door, his skinny legs only just carrying his body. He was so weak!

From the corner of my eye I saw the boys fly past him, smiling as they cradled batons, and came close to Troye, scaring him more.

"He is all yours Mellet." Sawyer sniggered, scoffing at how horrified Troye looked.

"Why the hell are you letting him go down there again Kian, did you seriously believe his bull-shit story?" Jc questioned as he began to join me. "I know what I heard and I-"

I waved Jc quiet, and put my hand in front of his face. He didn't quite get my plan you see.

"Just trust me okay?" I laughed, handing him a spare drink, one that he was craving right now. "There is no way I believed him bro." I muttered.

"I have another plan in mind."

A/N

Okay so I haven't done one of these in a while but I would like to apologise for the POV changes in this chapter! Like seriously, 3 in one? Get your act together Rebecca! I'm sorry I didn't update for a week, but I have been busy and I wanted to make sure this chappie was good to go before I posted it!

Thanks for all the reads and votes so far! I really appreciate all the love! Thanks so so much!

Becca xxx