Three Way Relationship

18 - Week Of Hell

Author's Note; oh my god! I normally put these at the end, but I just wanted to thank all you readers! I have 1000+ reads and 65+ votes on this story, and it honestly means a lot.
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Niall's POV

A Week And A Half Later...

I held the gun up, aiming at the small can fifteen feet away from me, and firing.

"Good work!" Charlie clapped when I actually hit it.

Charlie had been helping Louis, Zayn, Harry, Liam, Taylor and I to get Justin back, he even came up with a flawless plan for it too.

We were learning how to shoot, because we learned Andy owns a lot of guns, and drugs...

We were dealing with a serious crook, but then again, Charlie was considered a crook too, but he's on out side so... yeah...

"Four more days..." Zayn sighed, wrapping an arm over my shoulder.

"He's alive, he has to be." I mumbled, biting my bottom lip.

"Of course he is. Justin is a tough cookie, he won't go out so easily." Zayn half smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I sighed, closing my eyes for a few seconds.

Hold tight Justin, just for a few more days.

Justin's POV

It was getting worse, the pain we began receiving.

To the point we were whipped, beaten, raped nearly every hour of the damn day.

Josh was at the point he just slept.

Master didn't even care for him, leaving Josh to slowly die in the room.

Zeke was becoming weak with the constant rape.

He just couldn't keep up.

I knew how he was feeling, but I needed to help him keep going.

We can't give up, we needed to stay strong.

I was helping Zeke walk up some steps to our room, since we were told to go to bed.

Zeke found it hard keeping his balance, and occasionally just collapsed.

I couldn't let the master see, or who knows what he'd do to Zeke.

Once inside the room, I led Zeke to the mattress and made him lay down.

His eyes instantly shut, exhausted.

I walked to the door and picked up a tray with bread and water on it.

I walked back over to Zeke and Josh.

Josh was still asleep.

"Here." I handed Zeke some bread.

He opened his eyes and nibbled on the bread slowly.

I then climbed over to Josh, shaking him slightly.

His eyes slowly opened.

"C'mon Josh, eat something." I smiled.

Josh sighed, "Give up..."

"Why?" I frowned, trying to put some bread in his mouth.

"I'm gonna be dead soon, just give up..." Josh mumbled, moving his mouth away from the bread.

I groaned.

"You promised to stay alive." I muttered.

Josh looked up at me, weakly grabbing the bread from my hands and putting it in his mouth.

"Don't blame me if I die... I tried." Josh whispered.

"Try to think of a happy place, instead of death." I frowned.

"Happy place? I can't remember what the definition of happy was..." Zeke mumbled beside Josh.

I sighed, laying down.

Guess he's right.

The door opened with a loud bang when it hit the wall.

We all glanced up at our Drunk Master.

"Who's up for some fucking!?" He asked, walking towards us.

Fear struck all of us.

I glanced at Josh and Zeke, sighing.

They were too weak...

"Which one wants it?" He asked, staring at us.

I frowned, standing up.

Our master smirked, leaning over and ripping me by my hair towards the door.

"Always liked you, cutie." He laughed, dragging me down the hall.

Once behind the door of what we call the 'torture room' I was stripped bare of my rags, and my dignity.

And the whole time, I closed my eyes, and imagined my happy place.

One with Zayn and Niall, just cuddling each other.

That's all I wanted, was to be held by Zayn and Niall.

If I ever got the chance to see them again, I wouldn't complain over feeling like I was treated like a child, or care if they were strict.

I missed them, I regret my complaining...

I bet they didnt miss me.

Zayn's POV

Four days later

I sat in a seat in the middle area, watching as each bare kid was sold.

The prices weren't high, but they were pricey.

Charlie pointed out Andy for me, and I was prepared.

That little fucker was going to give me Justin back, I dont care how it happens.

Justin is coming home, today.

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