Virus (Narry Zombie AU)

Chapter 33

So, this is an update. (duh, stating the obvious just a little here). I hope you enjoy it!

I am starting two new stories! One will be a killer/kidnapper Ziall story and the other will be a merman Larry story so please check those out for me? They’ll be up sometime this weekend. I’m very excited for them and it would mean the world if you could check them out when they come out.

Dedication: @cait111, @_eddster_,  and @NataliaNJH ( amazing pick up lines guys!)

Pages on word: 7

Words: 2,402

I got some good guesses and answers from my previous questions, so keep them coming!

Enjoy lovelies!

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~Niall~

I lay down flat on my back, my limbs still restricted but no one was in the room any longer. The three had left after sending me wicked grins, probably to go get their meal for tonight. I sighed, taking deep breaths and mentally preparing myself for what’s about to come. I wasn’t ready for it, but at the same time I was. I knew this time was different though, before there were rules- I couldn’t have been ‘tortured’ because it could risk me leaving. Now that I wasn’t here voluntarily there wouldn’t be much- if anything- stopping them from the torture that they craved to put me through. The door squeaked open and I visibly shivered (I blame the coldness in the room for that and not the fear coursing through me). The door creaked open, sounding like it belonged in a horror movie, but I didn’t move to look who had entered. I knew that no matter who it was it all lead to one thing: trouble. I felt cold hands lightly hovering over the bound around my right ankle, the touch moving up my calf and to my thigh- still just barely grazing the jeans I wore. I shivered, feeling the touch travel up higher and higher. Past my hip bone and over my abdomen, the light almost delicate touch continued in its trek, lightly grazing my bound hand and up my chest and pectorals stopping at my throat. My eyes were still shut, and they remained so as the hand fell to my throat fingers digging into the skin. I clenched my teeth willing the suffocating grip away but made no noise or movement, save for the rapid rise and fall of my chest as I tried to get oxygen into me. The grip loosened, and the somehow still perfectly manicured nails retracted and I let in a deep breath. A girlish chuckle came from on my right, but I didn’t dare move other than my rapid intakes of breath. Her touch left me, making me feel slightly relieved but I refused to put my guard down while anyone else was in the room. Hot breath ghosted over my cheek and my eyes flew open, head moving as far away from her glossed lips as I could. I saw her pout mockingly before her lips formed into a sinister smirk and I cringed internally. She lifted her other hand that had been hidden behind her back and I scooted as far away as I could with the restraints on. The knife glinted in the florescent lighting, its sharp edge cutting the light.

“What’s wrong? You’re not scared are you?” she said in a taunting voice. I glared at the girl, were she in my position she would have reacted much worse. She just laughed, an evil hard laugh that sounded nowhere close to a real one. She lowered the knife, taking her time and dragging it lightly down the skin of my neck. I clenched my jaw, shutting my eyes as I felt the sharp point dancing across my skin. She reached the neckline of my shirt, pausing there and with careful concentration she sliced it open. I let out a deep breath, feeling the lump in my throat reduce a little- enough that I could now normally breathe. I opened my eyes, watching the sharp weapon slice easily through my shirt- effectively separating it into two pieces. She placed the knife down on my exposed chest, the cold metal biting into my skin. The blade pointed toward my face, taunting me with how close it stood to my neck. Her cold hands reached under the separate pieces of cloth causing goose bumps to appear on my skin. She pushed the two pieces apart, her hands trailing over my skin as it became exposed. The two ends silently fell to my sides, pooling on the edge of the table I was strapped to. The cold air hit my skin in a stinging kind of way, like small needles pricking at my chest. I shivered, the temperature in the room seemed to drop even more now that I didn’t have anything covering my chest and I wondered if they were trying to get me a chest cold. Her hands left my skin, and I immediately felt a little warmer without her ice blocks of hands running over me. The door creaked open again, the metal screeching as it dragged against the rails keeping it in place. The sound and the implications of what it meant made me shiver in fear, and all I wanted to do was run. But running wasn’t a possibility anymore, I was trapped and so tired of running. For months I had been on my own, moving around and running from this place. I was sick and tired of running, but I was sick of this life and living even more so. This wasn’t living, it was surviving and I was done with it. They would torture me I was sure, and then eventually kill me. At least then I could be with my family once again. I had always admired Greg. How he had found love even in this new world, and he even had a child. Then they had been lost but he continued to live, to make every day count so when he finally did die he could say he made the most of it. I couldn’t do the same. Sure, I had found love and given it up just to protect the boy whom meant the world to me. He probably hated me, was happy that they had caught me.