16 - Wrong Turn

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Justin's POV

It was silent, cold, different...

Josh was pale, blankly staring straight in front of himself.

No longer joking, no longer the bully he was.

He wasn't Josh anymore.

I barely knew anything about Zeke, but I knew he once was smiling, now his face is empty of emotion, tear stains on his cheek, sitting with his head down, and quiet.

Me?

I don't know.

I felt so much emotion, but I wasn't sure which one is allowed to come through.

I didn't want to be weak. I didn't.

I didn't want to feel like this, like a glass about to break, about fall into pieces.

We were now filthy pigs, slaves worth nothing.

Yesterday, I was believing Zayn and Niall were going to come rescue me, but they didn't...

and they won't.

That man was right; I was the third wheel.

I was unwanted.

I love them, but they don't love me.

They don't even need me. I'm just the immature brat, who kept getting himself into trouble.

Now look at me?

My idiocy has brought me here, my immature behaviour.

I was a failure.

Why was I even born? So I could feel this pain? To become someone's fucking slave?

Heck, I can still feel my ass sting.

My master was sick... twisted... but he owned me now.

He can violate me however he wants.

He can violate Josh, Zeke, even the girls he bought too...

We were filthy pigs.

No one wants us, no one cares for us.

We're dead, but still moving.

We were toys in the eyes of our owner.

Who am I kidding? We're filthy, rotton slaves.

All the hope I once had; well, it doesn't exist anymore.

Justin doesn't exist anymore.

Zayn's POV

I swallowed, knocking on the giant door in front of me.

Charlie Moore; Known to have bought and traded slaves in an underground system for the last five years.

He was rich, so his money kept him out of jail.

The doors opened, revealing a maid.

"Can I help you?" He Spanish accent voiced out.

"I'm looking for Charlie Moore." I stated.

"He's working." She replied.

"I don't care, get Charlie now." I growled, impatient.

She sighed, signalling for me to come in and wait by the door.

She hurried down a hall, to get Charlie.

This bastard better be the one to have Justin.

I want him back today.

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