Three Way Relationship

15 - Rule One; You have no rights

Justin's POV

"Rule Number One; your body is not your property anymore, you have no rights whatsoever." A man informed us as we stood beside one another.

I sighed, biting my bottom lip harder.

"Rule Number Two; When sold, your buyer is your master. You do everything he or she instructs, if you disobey, you will be brought back here and executed immediately."

I felt my breathing pick up.

Oh my god...

I'm going to be a slave...

"Rule Number Three; You're filthy pigs. Your family dont care about you, your friends, girlfirends, boyfriends, they don't care about you. You will have nothing more to do with them. You're now filthy slaves, worth nothing." He shouted.

I closed my eyes, swallowing hard.

"Number 66, step forward." The man yelled. I opened my eyes, glancing at my number.

I was 67.

I looked to see Zeke step forward, shaking slightly.

"67." The masked man said, making me step forward too, "and 68." He added.

Josh moved beside me, his breathing was heavy.

"You three are up first. They love their boys." The man winked, laughing.

We then had ropes thrown around our necks like we were dogs.

They pulled us towards a door and over to a small stage.

A formal looking man looked at us, smirking.

He held a microphone up to his lips, "Now we have three males! Roughly around fifteen to seventeen."

We were pushed on the small stage, still naked, might I add.

I widened my eyes.

Around fourty well dressed people sat on chairs, whispering to each other as they eyed Josh, Zeke and I up and down.

"They're good looking lads, we'll start the bidding at 600 each." The man spoke.

"$4000 for the three of them." Someone held up a number plate with '15' on it.

"$4000, anyone going higher?"

"$4500!"

"Any higher?"

"$5500!"

"$5500, Big price for three boys. anyone willing to go higher!?"

"$7000, and I want a discount on one of the girls!" 19 stood up, smirking.

He looked like a dirty old man.

"$7000, Going once, going twice, SOLD!" The presenter laughed, slamming a hammer down, "Congrats 19!"

We were pulled off stage towards the creep.

He walked over to us, smirking, "Got myself some winners." He chuckled.

He then looked to me, smirking, "And looks like I have quite a cutie.." He winked, sending shivers down my spine...

I don't like the looks of him.

Zayn's POV

"Right, I've gotten in." Taylor said.

"That was fast." I muttered.

"What now?" Liam asked.

We were watching Taylor work on his laptop, completely focused.

"I search our town for known children buyers, sellers, owners... then we work from there." Taylor mumbed, typing things down.

I watched as he loaded the next page, revealing mug shots and private infomation.

"Okay. Top buyers are a Ronald Jenkins, and Charlie Moore." Taylor said, opening their files.

"How are we doing this?" Liam asked.

"Simple, we act this out. We go to their homes, pretend to be slave sellers... its bound to work." I mumbled.

"What if it doesn't?" Niall asked, clearly paranoid about it..

I sighed, standing up and kissing him.

"We're gonna have Justin home in no time, we can do it babe. We will find him." I promised.

"When do we start?" Louis asked.

"Now." I said.

"Alright, you need to go loaded." Taylor stood up, pulling out handguns.

"Whoa, where the fuck did you get these from?" I asked, grabbing one.

"My uncle owns a gun store." Taylor shrugged, "He wont miss 'em."

"Louis, Liam and Niall, you go to Ronald's. I'm going to Charlie's." I stated.

"I think maybe we should wait until tomorrow... we need to plan this carefully, Zayn." Louis sighed.

"I want him home." I stated.

"And planning it will get him home. Safer." Harry said.

I groaned.

"Good, now lets plan this." Liam smiled.

Its final, we're turning bad-ass to get Justin back.

If thats how its supposed to be, then fuck it, we're coming Justin.

Niall's POV

I snuggled into Zayn's side as we talked the plan over and over.

It was a good plan, but extremely dangerous.

I couldn't help but think of only Justin, wondering what was happening, and if he was okay.

I prayed our boyfriend wasn't harmed, he was still our smiley Justin.

I wondered if this plan would fall through well, if he will survive.

It made me shudder at the thought of Justin dying.

I would blame myself if anything happened, considering Justin is younger than Zayn and I... we felt responsible for his wellbeing.

Zayn looked to me when Taylor took over, explaining how to use the guns safely.

I felt Zayn's soft lips on my forehead, as he rubbed my back comfortingly.

I closed my eyes briefly, before looking at Taylor and taking his instructions in.

I was nervous, but fear wasn't going to be alright with me.

This isn't about me, this isn't about my fear, this is about Justin.

I can't be scared, I can't let myself be so vulnerable when Justin's out there, mosy likely afraid.

Justin's POV

Pain.

This was worse than pain.

This was humiliating, disgusting, dirty...

The moment 'our' master took us home, the moment everything changed for good.

I don't want to accept what is, and what will be happening to me.

I don't want to be me.

Author's Note; Well, here's another chapter .-.

Hopefully this wasn't horrible, but yeah..

So Zayn and Niall are attempting to go bad ass and track Justin down.

Do you think it'll work?