5sos mini-series

The serial killer - Calum (part 6)

I opened my eyes and looked around. I sighed as I was still in the basement, with the empty tray from last night's dinner lying on the floor beside me. I sat up so that my back was pressed against the wall. I smiled to myself as I heard the basement door open and footsteps start to walk down, assuming that it was Luke. My smile faded as the one called Ashton appeared.

"Hello, princess." He spat.

"Don't call me that." I mumbled.

"I can call you whatever the fuck I want to." He snapped. I gulped.

"Why are you down here?" I asked. He nodded to himself as he paced the concrete floor in front of me.

"One of the conditions of Calum being able to keep you down here, to keep you alive, is that we can do whatever the fuck we want to do to you." He shrugged. I gulped.

"There's a lot of anger that comes with being a serial killer. I usually take my anger out on my victims, but I haven't killed in...I don't know, six weeks? So, as you can imagine, that anger is building up." He explained.

"Where do I come into this?" I asked. He looked at me and smirked.

"You're going to be my personal punching bag." He grinned. My eyes widened as I stood up and raised my hands slowly.

"Ashton, please don't hurt me." I choked.

"Oh, it's far too late for that, sweetheart. Far too late." He chuckled as he slowly walked towards me.

"Ashton-." I was cut off by him punching me in the stomach, winding me instantly as I fell to the floor.

"Oh, I bet that that hurt!" He laughed as he punched me again. I gasped for air as I tried desperately to crawl away, but my back only collided with the wall. He chuckled as he walked up to me and leant down, placing his hand around my throat. My eyes widened as he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall, holding my throat and cutting off my air supply.

"Ashton...please..." I gasped as I tried to get air into my tightening lungs.

"No, babe, you don't get to talk." He tutted. Suddenly, he was ripped off of me and I fell to the floor. I coughed and spluttered as I looked up to see Michael restraining Ashton and Calum staring at me.

"Hey, you okay?" Luke asked as he knelt down beside me.

"I think so." I croaked, holding my throat.

"What the fuck was that?" Calum hissed at Ashton.

"You said that we could do what we wanted with her." He spat.

"That doesn't include choking her half to fucking death." He snapped back. Ashton scoffed as he shrugged Michael off of him. Calum looked sadly at me.

"You alright?" he asked softly. I nodded as I sat up. He sighed and returned it.

"Ashton, Michael, get the fuck out of here." He demanded. Ashton glared at me once more before shooting up the stairs, quickly followed by Michael.

"Luke, come on, mate." He mumbled. Luke placed a hand on my cheek and nodded sympathetically at me before standing up and heading towards the stairs. Calum stared at me, his eyes filled with heartbreak as Luke rushed up the stairs. Calum shook his head before following Luke and leaving me alone once again.