Struggles with the kill

Chapter 15

Justin Bieber

A blow to my left temple causes me to collapse, the pain spreading further through my head. Black spots start to dot my vision and everything starts to turn. I'm trying to fight passing out, but I can't. A few seconds later the black spots completely take over my vision and I lose total control over my body, I can't move a limb. 

Behind my eyelids there is a white glow. I open my eyes and look at the dimmed lamp hanging above my head. Wanting to rub my eyes, I tried to lift my arms, but I couldn't. Only then I noticed that I had been tied down. Not only my arms, but my legs and chest are also tied tightly to the table I'm laying on. The only furniture I can see are two chairs on my left. I don't have any clue as to how big the room actually is, since the light only illuminates a small part of it. The rest of the room is swallowed by the darkness. Two men entered the room, they grin at eachother when they see that I'm awake.

I recognised one guy, I kicked him in the nuts when they followed us and Cameron fell earlier. I try to recollect myself, "Where am I?" I demand, as confidently as possible. It probably didn't sound confident at all, because the two burst out in laughter. One of them says, "On a table," then they both laugh again. In a flash of rage I try to break free with all my power. Of course, I fail.

"Calm down, Bieber," The second guy laughs, "You are everything but scary." I scoff, "Then why the fuck am I tied to a goddamn table?" A third guy walks in and looks at me, "Look what we've got here," He speaks with a hint of irony, "The infamous Justin Bieber. So dangerous am I right?" I start to lose my temper again, "Untie me and I'll show you a side of hell you've never knew existed, you son of a bitch!" I yell at him. He laughs, "But that wouldn't be fun, because, let's be real, I would beat you with my hands tied to my back." His slow talk makes me want to punch him. I want to punch someone in general because I'm tied to this fucking table and I feel threatened. 

Then I suddenly realise that the third guy who just walked in is Nash, a spie for Penora. The dude who tried to get with Rosalie. He speaks up again, "Where are your friends?" I try to shrug, "How the fuck am I supposed to know? I'm tied to a fucking table, for fucks sake!" Nash and the other guys laugh, "Don't be so agitated Justin, it's not as if you have anything to lose," Nash speaks slowly, venom dripping off his words. 

Then something gets pulled out of the boot of the guy I kicked in his nuts. The light reflects on the blade, a knife. It gets passed on to Nash, who grips strongly onto the handle. He lets the blade trace little figures on my arm. Then all of a sudden, a sharp sting. He had pushed the blade into my skin, ever so lightly. It didn't pierce my skin, so there was no blood. Then he asked, "What are Steve and Carl planning, Bieber?" The cold metal blade is now digging even deeperinto my skin, still not piercing my skin. I look him dead in the eye and keep my mouth shut. I won't snitch them. Over my dead body. Then the knife cuts into my skin so easily. It's no deep cut, but it draws blood. 

"Where are they, Bieber?" Silence. Other arm, shorter cut, but more painful. I shake my head, deciding not to talk. "You know I could just kill you now, right?" I knew he could. But I prayed he wouldn't. Then I smirk, "You wouldn't." He needs me. He needs me to find out what is going to happen. And I'm not going to give it to him.

Something in Nash's eyes changed. He digs the blade deeper into my skin, and slides. I muffle a scream, but a groan does escape my mouth. "True, I wouldn't," Nash smirks, "I would bring in Cameron and kill him." He waits on my reaction. The only thing that I don't control is my eyes widening for a split second. "And Ryan, and Rosalie. I'll kill them right in front of your eyes." I feel my heart pounding in my chest. He has them. And he is going to kill them.

Rosalie Stephens

"Shit!" Ryan says and he takes out his phone. To call Justin, I assume. Ryan holds the phone to his ear and we just wait. The seconds that pass feel like hours. Ryan lets out a pretty loud mix between a growl and a scream and throws his phone onto the concrete. "Voicemail?" I guessed. "Voicmail," He confirmed. "So," Cameron awkwardly starts, "What do we do now?" Something insde of me snaps when he asks this. The question is so naive and, I don't know, stupid. "We are not going back, without Justin."