Complications // Ziam #Wattys2016

Roulette

THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN SCENES THAT ARE CONSIDERED GRUESOME SO CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK!! We're like 6 chapters off of this book being finished :(
I might be writing another book though. It's an idea I had for a really long time and I wanna try and do it. In the mean time can you guys help me with picking out a name for it. It's sorta gonna be like light BDSM and so far I have these names.

Bad for you
Not as bad as you think
Stay With Me
Never be like you
Good intentions

Help me out with some others and I'll pick from them.

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Zayn POV

I cry out in pain as the whip connects with my back again. The pain weirdly heightens my senses instead of dulling them. I can feel the air from the whip before it hits my back, the crack it makes is amplified. The sting and the feeling of ripping flesh is unbearable.

Pain coursed through my veins, heating my whole body. I wanted to scream and thrash about but I just didn't have the energy. My body is worn from all the beatings. They enjoyed it, inflicting pain on me. In a way they felt like it would somehow hurt Liam as much as it's hurting me.

"Damn my hand is cramping up." Cameron said as he places the whip down and goes to a table in the center of the room to pick up a cool bottle of water. He has taken over torturing me over his subordinates. He thinks it's more "intimate." He stands in front of me, the bottle filled with cool liquid placed to his lips. Tipping the bottle he takes huge gulps of water ending with an audible "Ahhh"

I try to swallow but end up coughing because my mouth is so dry, barely anything there to help moisten my throat. My eyes wonder over to the water bottle and Cameron notices.

"Oh are you thirsty, do you want some water?" He feigns concern moving closer to me, holding out the water bottle to my lips. I weakly jerk towards the bottle but before I could he pulled away the bottle smirking darkly. Turning the bottle upside down the contents spilling onto the floor. Chuckling lowly he throws the bottle at me, hitting me square in the chest.

Walking over back to the table he starts to talk again. "I think I figured out what Liam loves so much about you." He picks up a .22 revolver taking out all the bullets except one. "Did you know that your parents once worked for The Phantoms?" Hearing this right now confuses me my parents would never be involved in a gang. I whisper out a broken "No."

"Yea I was surprised too but turns out your father was their hitman, the best in his day." He stalks around me like he is a predator and I his prey.

"And your mother, oh your dear mother she was a groupie a whore even." I glare heatedly at him.

"Don't fücking talk about my mother you piece of shit." I weakly lunge at him baring my teeth.

"Oh I'm sorry does that hit a nerve?" He fakes concern again laughing loudly.

"You're a slut that's why Liam wants you you're a good fück."

"No." Liam wouldn't. Right?

"As soon as he gets his fill of that body he's going to throw you aside like the piece of trash you are."

"Liam wouldn't do that."

"What do you mean sweetheart? Of course he would he's the ruthless leader of The Phantoms he doesn't fall in love he falls in lust." My eyes brim with tears.

"Don't you see it's been about 3 weeks and you're still here, I don't know about Liam but if I loved someone I would have came for them already." A few spill over warmly sliding down my cheeks.

Stopping in front of me Cameron raises the gun, "We're going to play a game." He states.

"Have you ever heard of Russian roulette?" My eyes widen slightly, he's going to shoot me. Oh god.

"I'm going to point this gun at your leg, just for the sake of not killing you yet, and I'm going to ask you a series of questions, if your answer doesn't satisfy me I pull the trigger and a bullet may or may not be there. Got it?" He grins at me.

"Ok let's start." He cocks the gun and aims it at my leg.

"How did you and Liam meet?"

"Why do you need to know that?"

"Wrong answer." Click. He pulled the trigger.

"That's one down and four more which all have a chance of holding the bullet. Now answer the question!" I stare at him but immediately answer when he goes to pull the trigger again.

"M-my friend does runs for him every now and then and Liam came down to our school to confront him about something. That's how we met." I answer fear starting to seep into me.

"What has Liam told you about the organization?"

"What?" Click.

"We've talked about this Zayn."

"Nothing! Okay he doesn't tell me anything, we don't talk about those kind of things."

Cameron clicks his tongue shaking his head. "Not the answer I wanted to hear Zayn." He pulls the trigger and this time it fires. The bullet lodges itself into my thigh.

"So unlucky." He says tsking.

Pain coursing through my veins as I find the energy to let out a pained scream. It burned in the worst way possible and it felt like someone punched the air out of me.

"What the hell I told you I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING." Tears stream down my face and I don't even care of seeming weak in front of him anymore, I just want to go home.

"Tell me Zayn, he had to tell you something ANYTHING."

I weakly shaking my head no. He lets out a huge puff of air taking off his shirt. Ripping the thin material in half he ties it tightly around my leg above the wound.

"Why?" I ask.

"Don't want you to bleed out before precious little Liam can get here." He says while standing up. He goes to talk but a loud bang cuts him off followed by gun shots.

He turns to me and smiles maniacally and takes out his gun. "It looks like they're here sooner than we expected."

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TADAAAAA :)