"I-I..." There was no way I could do that for Liam.

"What's the problem? I thought you wanted us to be together, just me and you. Make me happy." Liam smirked because he knew that I was only saving my ass by telling him those things. "Come on, baby." Liam grabbed my hips roughly and yanked me forward, out naked skin touching one another. I could feel his throbbing c.ock against my leg and touching my own length. I whimpered because of his painful grasp on me. "I'll have them killed. That friend of yours. Zayn. Everyone that you have the slightest bit of feeling for. They're all weak. I'm in charge. Why can't you see that, Niall?"

He was totally in charge, but I wasn't going to give in to his ego. I remained silent and that only made his grip tighten to the point where I could feel the bruise forming. My leg was in a painful position and burning near the stitches. I glanced down to see the pink color appear on my bandages, letting me know that I had busted a stitch or two.

"Don't be shy." Liam smiled menacingly. He pushed me back down to the bed and spread my legs. I knew I wasn't ready for this. I would never be ready for it. Liam's large hand slid between my legs. He didn't waste time at all. One finger slid into me, and then another. He stretched my ass open and in one swift and painful moment shoved himself into me.

I cried.

I sobbed.

I called out for help for no one to answer me.

He shoved himself deeper into me, slapping me around as he did so. At one point he grabbed my chin and told me to look him in the eyes. And when I did, I saw this look on his face that I knew might be the last thing I see. It was unlike anything ever before. The pain was tremendous. I felt like I was going to fall apart. No one was there to stop this, and the sick thing about all of this was that Liam had been in this business for years, treating people almost the same way he was treating me. I hurt more for them than I did for myself.

And that's was when I closed my mind off from my body. Let Liam do anything he wanted to do to me. I cursed at my body for reacting to him. Cursed at my parents for bringing me to life all to live a life of someone who is constantly dying inside.

When he was done with me, I lied there in unimaginable pain. Tears slid down my cheeks and bruises covered my body.

Where was Zayn? Why wasn't he coming to save me? He always saved me in times like this. He said he would protect me, but where is he now?

Liam dressed himself and pushed his hair from his sweaty forehead. He didn't say a word to me as he left the room, slamming the door behind him. I curled into myself on the bed and lied there for hours. My stomach screamed at me and told me that I was hungry, but I didn't want to eat. My mind swam in a pool of sludge and I found it hard to focus on any one thing. Finally, after exhausting myself, I passed out and joined my nightmares in my sleep.

"Wake up, Niall." I heard this raspy light voice by my ear and then a small nudge to my shoulder. "I brought you clothes, so get the hell up."

I opened my eyes and Louis was sitting there on the edge of the bed. My eyes shot open fully and I sat up in bed, gathering the satin sheets around me to cover my body. "G-Get away from me."

"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you." Louis reached forward.

"Like hell you aren't." I smacked his hand away.

"Listen to me." He ordered me harshly.

"Why should I? You did this to me. You put me here. Why would I ever listen to another word you say?!" It took almost all the effort in my body to yell back at him. He looked stunned at my response, until he smirked and leaned in.

"You wanted this." Louis said with a hiss. "Now put your damn clothes on." He tossed the wad of clothing at my face and I jerked back. Louis was leaving the room.

"Why are you doing this?!" I yelled at him. He stopped in the doorway and glared back at me. "Why is everyone on his side?"

"On his side?" Louis scoffed. "I'm not on anyone's side, not even my own. Here's a question for you... Do you this that I wanted this?" Louis left the room leaving me to think about what he had asked. He could have left it. He had no ties and was in charge of himself. Sure he was under Liam in the grand scheme of things, but he still has control over himself. He wasn't acting right, or normal, or really like the bastard he truly was. Something was up.

I trembled terribly as I put on the baggy clothes that Louis had given me. I sat against the headboard of the bed in the room in silence until the door opened up again and some guards came in. "D-Don't come near me." I told them, bringing my knees up to my chest. But doing so did nothing g to stop them from grabbing me and removing me from the room. They took me somewhere new this time, somewhere dark and cold. It reminded me of the rooms at the auction house.

They dragged me down the hallway and opened up a large metal door. It was dark inside, but someone was there, and that someone was Ashton. And he didn't look good. He was sporting yet another black eye and he was holding his arm. The guards tossed me into the room. I stumbled forward, bumping into Ashton.

"Don't touch me." He said you see his breath. "Just don't touch me." He walked off, still holding himself. He was still in his silk robe and it was dirty. The fabric slipped off his shoulder and I saw more bruises there as well as on his neck. They beat him for sure. And they won. He was beyond repair at this point, lost in his own world.

"Ashton?" I limped towards him all to fall to my knees onto the dirty floor. He just kept muttering to himself. I watched him pace around the room and then he would stop, look down at me and then go back to his pacing. "Ashton, please."

"No." He finally said. "No, you- you helped me. And it backfired. What do we do now? Zayn is obviously tied up with something. He's not coming."

"Don't say that." I said flatly. "He's going to come. He's going to save us."

"Save you. He's going to save you. Not me. I'm going to die here most likely." Ashton dropped his arms from his chest and sighed. "Anytime now. Liam's going to come back and beat the s.hit out of us. Leave me for dead while he takes you away. That's what he did to that poor kid."

"What kid?" I asked.

"The kid that got taken away by Liam. He was a good kid. You know, the one I talked about?" I nodded, Ashton had mentioned a boy younger than him that Liam had beaten to death. "His name... Oh god. What was his name? I'm going to be nameless. What was his name?"

Something clicked inside my mind and the confusing question I was left with came back to me. "It was Louis." I told Ashton. "That was him name. Wasn't it?" Ashton looked towards me, his eyes wide. But I realized that he wasn't shocked by what I said, but rather by the people standing in the doorway behind us.

"Do you get it now?" I turned to see Louis standing in the doorway, a gun at his side. "I never wanted this to happen. I had to play along." Next to Louis was someone I thought I would never see him with...

A/N: short chapter? Anyways. Who do you think is at the door with Louis? Also, only nine more chapters to goooooo!

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