Numb... (Louis Tomlinson)

I guess this was bound to happen..... I mean, no one prepares this much for something, and then nothing bad ever happen to them..... life isn't that easy. Ever. So I guess that's why I am where I am, with all of these crying girls. I can hear their muffled screaming against there gags. I see their red and puffy eyes from where they have been crying. I can smell the stink from how they have all soiled themselves from being stuck here so long. I can taste whatever had been left over on this rag wrapped around my head and shoved into my mouth. And I can feel the handcuffs that are ripping my skin with the metal above my head along with the rest of these unlucky girls. But there is something about me that separates me from the rest of them. I haven't shed a single tear. I have let out even the slightest squeak that would show any sort of pain. And I haven't shown any sort of fear, because I am not going to give any satisfaction to these assholes who brought me to this dirt caked underground. Why? Not only because I know that I can take down half of these men in less than ten minutes. But, because I am just.... Numb.