Just Be Mines (Zouis/Niam)

Torture Zone

**A/N: I must say the dialogue between Louis and Zayn here is fucking funny!!! BTW some of my original ideas got removed because it was just too twisted.**

"What do you volunteer first?" Zayn asked Ron. "Pinky, ring, middle, index or thumb?" 

"Oh my dear Zayn," I said, placing everything on the table. I smiled at the lemon juice and the knife, frowning at the toolbox I pulled out earlier. Zayn was holding pliers in his hand, wagging them back and forth. 

"Just let me go!" He cried.

I held up a rusty knife and some lemon juice (that I got from upstairs). "You wouldn't believe how hard it is to cut with this thing!  I'm pretty sure Zayn's gonna have to try a couple of times to get a good effective cut." I told him. I gave Zayn the knife and lemon juice, a smile on his face. 

"Oh, my, someone's being devious today." He said. He walked over to the guy, without even flinching he just slashed the knife across Ron's face. "Hmmm, I guess you're right." He swiped the blade across his face three more times before two faint marks appeared. "Louis, where the hell did you find this ancient thing?!" He asked, laughing.

"Well, I like the good stuff in life, like torture." I whined, walking over to him. "Anyways, youre not doing it right. He's not even making any noises." I said, walking over to them. I squatted down beside Zayn, taking the knife from him. "You're too fast for this work, it's a delicate process." I said.

I held Ron's face still, placing the knife on it and digging into his skin. I slowly pulled at it, a hiss escaping his lips as the blood started to pull from the new wound. I smiled at the blood, running my finger along it and turning to Zayn. 

"Lemon me baby!" I said. He poured some lemon juice on my fingers and I slid it across Ron's face, earning a scream as a reward. "See this is how it goes!" I said with a smile. "Now you try."

Zayn snatched the knife away from me, sticking out his tongue. "Will you take the shirt off for me?" He asked me. I nodded and grabbed the knife that Zayn stabbed Ron with earlier, held the shirt out and sliced it open. "What shall we do about this?" He said, looking at the chest hair that Ron sported.

"Burn it!" I said excitedly. "I mean chest hair burns right, like regular hair?" 

"Shouldn't you ask him a question?" Zayn asked me.

"Ohh yeah, where's the boy?" I asked him. He just stared at me, not opening his mouth in response. "Okay, hmmm shall we burn your chest hair or rip it off?" 

"How do we rip it off?" Zayn asked.

"True, so I guess we'll just have to burn it off." I said. I ran over to the tool box, grabbed it and, ran back over to them. "Okay so we have this handy-dandy lighter thingy." 

"Butane Lighter." Zayn whispered.

"Well mister tool guy!" I said in annoyance. "I just thought they called it grill lighters." 

"You're so cute with your naivety." Zayn said, grabbing the lighter from my hand. He pressed the clicker, the flame sprouting out. He held it against the man's chest hair, his screams becoming louder. I smiled at the smell of burnt hair. Zayn moved the lighter around in circles, a small flame catching on his chest, burning into his flesh. A pink wound started to appear on his flesh. Zayn stopped, a devilishly sexy smile appearing on his face.

"Looks like he has an idea, you sure you don't want to tell me where the child is?" I asked, staring into his eyes. "I could take an eyeball out now!" I said.

"Just let me go." He said.

"Wrong answer." I told him.

Zayn smiled and pressed the clicker again, running the flame horizontal, over and over. There was a cackling sound and I watched the dude clench the arm rest in an effort not to scream. Zayn kept going with a smile on his face, tears running down Ron's face. Zayn stopped once a straight line of charred flesh was staring back at him.