A/N HOLY SHIT GUYS IM SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO TAKE SO LONG TO UPDATE!!!!! Don't hurt meeee!
Anyways since I Made you wait so long I should start the chapter okay! Here ya GOOO!
*chapter 8*
* eight months later*
I scream as Zayn stabs the knife in me 8 more times, and soon I've lost too much blood and black out
*zayns pov*
I check his pulse, nothing. YES, HE'S DEADDD! MUWHAHAHHA
*the end*
A/N HOW'D YOU LIKE THE ENDING? Hahaha I'm just kidding! That's not the end! Nor is it a chapter SORRYY guys I didn't have anything for the chapter soooo! Haha I'll update with the real chapter soon!
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Prisoner *a Ziall fanfic*
RomancePrologue: I look down at hands, which are roped to the chair, and the same goes for my feet. The metallic red liquid, drips of my busted lip, onto my blue jeans. I hear mumbling outside the door, I can't really make out what they are saying though...
