Ransom: A One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer Kidnapping Story

Liam: The Thrill Killer

A Week Later

Liam: The Thrill Killer

"Ah, ah, you're not getting away that easily." I grabbed the boy's bicep and dragged him back to me. Sneering, I pressed him up against the wall with my body, holding my knife to his neck. I jutted my hips into his and snickered as he gasped.

Slowly but surely, I lightly dragged the dull side of the knife across the boy's shoulder and down his arm. He shivered again as I rolled my hips onto his. "You know what word will look just perfect carved into your arm?"

The boy shook his head frantically. I laughed, drinking in the boy's hilarious fear.

"Virgin." The boy writhed underneath my body, but I stopped him by thrusting my hips against his.

"That way, everyone would know you died a virgin." I laughed again.

He shook his head no, and I smirked.

"No? You're not?" The boy shook his head and finally uttered a single, stuttering, fearful word.

"N-no."

"Really?" I teased. "Now that's a first."

The boy's breathing was staggered and I started to roll my hips against his.

"But I'll still write it anyway, because who'd know the difference?"

I brought my left arm over to hold his arm and pushed his body against the wall with my shoulder as I made the first marking on his forearm, a jagged V.

His first scream of the night came loudly and sharply, and when he did, his whole body squirmed and writhed. I let out a manic laugh as I carved in the second letter: I.

He screamed and bawled, but that didn't stop me from finishing what I started, in fact, it made it so much better.

I wrote the next three letters slowly, RGI, to draw out the pain. It worked the boy screamed louder than ever, and though I loved that sound, I wanted to smack him senseless, but that would be later.

I finished carving with the final N and then I turned back to the sobbing boy.

"Now..." I stroked the boy's cheek, putting him in false sense of security when - slap! "Ha ha ha, got you."

I went back to stroking his cheek. "I gotta mark you, saying that it was Liam Payne who took your life, but where to put it?"

The boy shook his head again, mumbling what sounded like, "No more, no more."

"I think it would look great on that pretty little face of yours," I snickered, patting his cheek.

"P-please, p-please leave m-me a-alone."

"Aw, why would I do that?"

All I got was was sobs in reply. "Now for that mark." I smiled evilly.

I grabbed his jaw and jerked it to the left before holding up my knife to his pale, tear-stricken cheek. I laughed as his screams continued growing louder when I pierced his skin with my knife, drawing a single letter quick and painfully: L.

When I finished, I pressed my lips to his neck and jerked his jaw the other way, a painful crack sounding throughout the alleyway. He fell soundless to the ground by my feet in a dead lump.

"Good bye, beautiful." I laughed loudly, taking one last look at my victim of the week.

The light down the alley had finally burnt out, and now, I was in complete darkness, and alone.

I knew I had to quickly get out of the alley, so I braced myself to jump over the fence when suddenly I heard a scuffle.

I looked down at the body a few feet away from me, and made sure he was dead.