So @hopeless_romantic747 (I think that's how you dedicate the chapter... Right?) this is my idea on the suggestion prompt type thing in your contest book whatever you wanna call it. It was too long to post in the comments... Sorry I used a story line.
Anyway...
"Is it possible to lie without saying a word?"

"Speak no evil," they constantly reminded him, as they tugged his blond hair backwards, and dragged their sharp nails down the side of his face.
He was strapped to a chair, ropes taught around his abdomen, wrists and ankles, as though they thought he was strong enough to free himself from their grasp. Blond hair matted and brown eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, he hardly thought he was worth their time. But they had other ideas.
The leader was feminine, with luscious black hair, cascading down her back in ringlets. Her juniper green eyes were layered with the vile glint that was always aimed at him. Her posse, a Hispanic boy by the name of Sam, and a chestnut haired girl, called Chelsea, were always cackling with her, the non-fictional villains.
By now he should be used to it, forcing back the tears, refusing to show how weak he was. Not that it worked; they rolled freely down his face, leaving tear tracks and lingering rivulets of salt water as evidence of him crumbling.
"Men don't cry," the alpha, Charlotte, whispered into the colossal space of her basement.
"I-I guess I'm not a man then," he stuttered, whimpering as she abruptly turned and glared at him.
"Men don't talk," She chanted, as though he hadn't said anything. "Men should be seen, not heard."
"Wasn't that children?" He interrupted again, swallowing his fear. How long had he been here? A month? Two? He didn't know. All he knew was he wouldn't last much longer.

James was back at school now, embracing education like an old friend in which he did not get along with. But anything would be better than the pack.
A grin was plastered on his face. Plastered. It wasn't meant to be there, but he couldn't let anyone know that something was wrong – no, that would make his problems worse. He knew his eyes were refusing to smile; the only way they would smile was if he were to gauge them out and force them to smile, which wouldn't look great anyway.
Kyle, one of his only friends, glared at him, shooing his twin sister, Lucy away. "Don't lie," He almost growled.
"What?" James stammered, stumbling back several steps.
"Stop smiling, Jay, stop lying. I know you're not fine!"
"How can I lie without saying anything?" James was utterly confused. His best friend was consulting him even after he had been missing for two months; surely that was unfair.
"You don't have to have a voice to lie Jay, you know that. Remember the English essay we did before you left? 'Is it possible to lie without saying a word?'" Kyle quoted. "I seem to recall you starting with the line 'words can paint a picture, but a picture paints a thousand words.' Do you know what that means? The appearance of something can tell a story in itself. I know you're not fine, James Crofts, now tell me."
James opened his eyes, released the deep breath he was holding, and stared at Kyle, unwavering, directly in the eye.
"Speak no evil. And what they did was evil."

Sorry if it's not what you were looking for. Hope you like it... Or at least think it's alright.
See ya.