what happens? // one direction

Chapter Fifteen.

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*Zayn's POV*

I slowly awoke to be in a larger room, a tight rope tied on each of my wrists, each rope connecting to the ceiling above. I was one or two inches off of the ground, my feet dangling slightly in the air.

What happened?

The last thing I remember was coughing terribly, while some sort of weird scented steam filled the room that myself and the others were in. The others were coughing as well, as the mysterious mist filled their lungs also. I started to become drowsy, and I fell back against the wall. Kristel was stumbling towards me, while she covered her mouth and nose, trying to prevent the steam from entering her body. She quickly reached me, and I heard her cough and gasp my name. I was almost fully unconscious then, and I couldn't find the strength to reply to her. She then collapsed onto my chest, and the last thing I heard before all went black was her whispering, "I love you, Zayn, no matter what."

I looked around at my surroundings, only to find the others hung around the room as well as I was, their wrists tied in rope as their feet dangled about an inch or two off of the ground.

I wasn't suprised to see Kristel hung directly in front of me-the man only did that so that I was forced to watch the one I loved so much suffer with whatever pain he decided to throw upon us.

She was in the same position as I was, as were the rest of the girls and lads. She was currently still asleep, her blonde hair knotted and matted as it covered her slightly bruised face. Her clothes were covered in dried up blood and patched in dirt. She looked terrible, yet she was still the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on.

I then looked at my left, to see Spencer unconscious as he hung a few feet away from me.

Seriously? Did he really have to put him directly next to me? Really? Was he trying to get me pissed?

I let out a long, agitated sigh, and snapped my head to my right. Directly at my right was Danielle, stirring slightly in her sleep.

I looked over at Kristel's left, and directly in front of Dani, and saw a familiar blonde head of hair. Niall. He was asleep as the the others, his wrists slowly seeping blood again, as the ropes were digging too deep into his skin.

Couldn't the man just be a little bit gentler to my Nialler? Geez, was he trying to kill him? Wait..don't answer that.

I then moved my eyes to Kristel's right, and directly in front of Spencer, to find Liam unconscious while he dangled slightly above the ground.

On the wall to my left were the last three, Eleanor, Louis, and Harry. Each of them knocked out cold as well as the rest of our friends. I was the only one awake at the moment, it looked like.

Slight sunlight poured into the room, illuminating the dark shadows that filled the area.

I then noticed that in the middle of the room, there was a rather large, spinning wheel thingy that you see on tv shows like 'The Wheel Of Fortune'. But, instead of numbers on the wheel, there were pictures. They weren't just any pictures though; they were pictures of people being tortured in crazy, agonizingly painful ways. One had a picture of someone being electrocuted, while another had a picture of someone being killed by lethal morphine injection.

What the hell is this?!

My stomach fell to the floor.

I knew what this was for.