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○ 2.7 :: Revelation ○

Dedicated to @food_geek for adding this to her reading list :)

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"I swear to fùcking god if you don't get this fùcking bag the fùck off my fùcking head-"

They finally did as told, allowing me to take huge gulps of fresh air for the first time in what seemed like hours. "Jesus fùcking Christ," the blonde one muttered. Luke. "You need to calm down."

"Calm down?" I repeated.

"Not cool bro," Michael said. "You should never tell a girl to calm down."

"Calm down?"

"Shut up, Michael!" Luke said defensively, eyeing me as if I was a ticking time bomb - and rightly so, because my chest was heaving up and down as my breath came in short, sharp blasts, and I was I pretty sure my face was turning various shades of red and possibly purple. "What do you know about girls, anyway?"

"Calm down?!" I screeched, cutting their little quarrels short. "You dickheads have put a smelly bag over my head, bundled me into a car and fùcking kidnapped me to bring me to some shìthole of a warehouse god knows where, and you want me to calm down?!"

"Enough to know that that," Michael told Luke smugly as he gestured to me, "is exactly what will happen if you tell them to calm down."

"And to think I almost thought we had the wrong girl," Luke muttered and rolled his eyes, beginning to drag me towards the warehouse along with Ashton, who had my other arm.

I struggled in their arms, trying to dig my heels into the ground in order to at least delay whatever horrible things that were going to happen to me in there. "Let me go!"

"Hm, let's see..." Calum said sarcastically. "How about... no?"

I looked around for a means of escape, but found nothing. The warehouse I was being dragged towards was colossal, but its size did nothing to contribute to its appearance. It was an ugly hunk of metal with a flat roof, mostly covered with sheets of corrugated iron that had patches of rust in some places. Surrounded my acres of dead, dry, yellow grass (the kind that stuck to your clothes and scratched you when you sat on it), there wasn't a building in sight in any direction. Nothing but the crappy road that ran by it and off into the distance. Even if I could run, where would I go? It was too late now, anyways; we'd entered the building, and were now walking down a long, dim hallway with multiple rooms and other hallways coming off it. "You know, if you weren't such àssholes, we could've been friends. I like your lip ring," I told Luke, "and you have really good hair," I informed Ashton.

"I'm super offended right now," Michael huffed from somewhere behind us, making Luke crack a smile that caught me off guard.

"We aren't here to make friends," Calum spat at me over his shoulder. Too bad - I was going to tell you that your jaw game is seriously strong.

"Then why am I here?" I repeated, tugging at the vice grip they had on my arms. We were coming to a room at the end of the corridor, now, and I knew I wouldn't like whatever was supposed to happen in there. "And have you ever fùcking washed that bag? It smells like a skunk with a serious case of the shìts died in there!"

"Sorry. It was my turn to wash the bag," Michael apologized. "Eight months ago."

The room at the end of our trek was much more brightly lit, meaning I could see the room more clearly. I almost wished I couldn't, because that meant I had a high-definition of the countless corpses of young girls, hung by their wrists up all over the walls. Their bodies were bare, bruised, bloody and beaten, and I could feel the bile creeping up my throat.