The Spy - A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter Fifteen

Hello guys!

Here's another quick update for you lovely people!

Sooooow... Tomorrow's school starting -_- I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL!

You know why? Because school means getting up early, tests and homework, and tests and homework mean bye bye spare time... I'll try to write as much as I can, I promise!

And here is...

CHAPTER FIFTEEN!

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Chapter Fifteen

"Look at them, the six best friends." I wake up slowly, but don't move and keep my eyes closed.

"What do you want?" Someone hisses. Louis.

"I only want her. You guys are not important to me. I only kidnapped you because someone pays me really good for it." Footsteps echo through the room.

"Why do you want to hurt her so badly?"

"Because of many reasons. Now shut up, or I'll- Ah, look. She's already waking up." I pretend like I'm just waking up and lean onto my arms. Holding my hand onto my head, I look around. We're in the basement again, and I see my own dried blood still on the ground and on the walls. The last few days, I've lost so much blood you'd think I would've died already, but apparantly not. My body is covered in cuts, and I must look horrifying. Or at least terrible.

"Flora!" I hear the lads say in unison and I smile a bit at them. If they just would've left in time, they would be free and safe at home, I would be still here and they could think of a good plan.

"I said shut up. Have you slept well, sweetheart? Or have you heard a few screaming boys? Did they keep you awake?" I look at the lads a bit better and see the cuts through their clothes. My eyes widen as I look at them, worry filling my eyes. "Answer me, sweetheart." I feel the knife against my cheek and I shake my head.

"I didn't hear anything." I whisper, still looking at the lads, my widened eyes looking at their cuts.

"Good. Now let's give the lads a good show, sweetheart." He holds out his hand and I know he's gonna hurt me again, but if I don't obey, he might hurt the lads so I take it. He leads me to another room, leaving for a few seconds and coming back again. He still has his knife with him and he walks towards me with a sickening smile. I know what he's gonna do, he's gonna do a 'session', like he calls it. I've had lots of 'sessions' the past days and I know how this goes. It's exactly the same, every time.

I swallow as he puts the knife against my skin, that sickening evilly smirk on his face, and cuts.

Louis' POV

We have to watch them. We have to watch how he cuts her, we have to hear her screams and we have to listen to her cries. We have to watch every single second of it. The tears stream down my face, I can't bear it. It's unbearable to have to watch her and I just can't do anything.

The man suddenly stops and walks out of the room, leaving Flora behind. She's silently crying, I see it. Even though blood is spilling out of her wounds, she remains where she is, blood dripping onto her already ripped and bloody clothes and she tilts her head to the side. "Lads, I know you can hear me," She says, trying to talk as loud as she can, but it's still weak. She swallows. ''and you have to know that it's all my fault and I'm sorry. I just wanted to find out who I really was, I just wanted to find out what my real name is, but I shouldn't have been so careless. I'm sorry, lads. I'm so sorry." She swallows again and closes her eyes. "If I don't survive this, you have to know that I love you all. With all my heart." Her breathing gets slower.