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Chapter 32: Pain

I looked up at him in disbelief. What, did Louis not understand what was going on? Did he not get that I was being held here against my will? What was so shocking about wanting to escape? Louis shook his head at me as I stared at him, for whatever reason, I didn't know. I was about to open my mouth to ask him what was up, but he stepped back and looked down as Zayn stormed over to me.

"What the fuck were you doing?!" He shouted at me in rage. I felt fear shake through my bones, but I tried to keep a calm face. I opened my mouth to answer, but Zayn didn't wait for that.

I felt a hard blow across my face which sent me sprawling backwards. Tears welled in my eyes as the pain soared through my cheek. I barely had time to recover before Zayn's hand slapped my face even harder than before. I felt an iron-copper taste on my lip as a sticky liquid flowed into my mouth. I wiped my hand across my lip as I sat back up.

Go figure, there was a red substance on my pale skin. It wasn't much, only droplets from where there was a cut on my lip. Still, it made me nervous to see it; blood. I didn't dare look up at anyone. I was afraid that the tears would flow out of my eyes and give away my absolute fear and pain.

"Katie." Zayn spat at me.

"Look at me." He ordered. I didn't. I couldn't.

"DAMMIT, look at me!" He snapped. His hand clenched my jaw roughly and yanked it upwards. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly before looking into his hard eyes that were black with fury. It sent me into an internal frenzy of pure fear.

"Zayn, maybe you should cool it." Louis spoke up softly. The little amount of anger he had shown was gone, now Louis just looked plain sad, rejected almost.

"She ran away. She escaped AND she almost made it. We can't go easy on her." Zayn shot Louis a dark look before snapping his head back to me.

"Yeah, what the FUCK was that about?!" Niall spoke harshly, roughly but quietly. My head snapped in his direction. He didn't sound happy, and when Niall wasn't happy-

Suddenly, Niall jumped up from his slouch against the wall and rushed over to me. Zayn was quickly shoved out of the way and was replaced by the scary Niall I had grown to be petrified of. His hand grabbed my throat gently, and rubbed it.

I stared up into his eyes, waiting for him to do something rash, but then he did. His fingers dug in to my neck, as deep as they could go. I remained still as I watched his face contort. He grew angrier and angrier. His hand tightened.

The only sound I could hear were my gasps for air as hand cut off my airway. That was the scary part; the silence. No one said a word as he just choked me.

I finally snapped back into reality and tried to pull his hand off of me. His other hand came up and locked my wrists together. His grip kept on tightening. Tightening and tightening.

"Niall, that's enough!" Louis hissed. Niall pretended not to hear him; his eyes blazed. I saw Louis come closer, but I was too focused on Niall, whose rage seemed to be increasing. As I was starting not to be able to get any air through my airway, none of the other boys said anything.

"NIALL! Stop!" Louis was right next to Niall and me now. He yanked Niall's hand off of me, releasing my hands and my throat. I fell backwards onto the bed, gasping for air, struggling to breathe as Niall began to shout.

"You little cunt! You thought you could run!" I didn't dare look up to see who was holding Niall back, but I had a strong suspicion.

"Harry, help me take him out of here!" Louis pleaded. I heard a bit of a struggle ensue, along with a couple Irish-sounding profanities. When the door slammed shut, I thought it was safe to open my eyes. I was wrong.