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Um...

Cassie's POV:

I've been sobbing for the past hour, I did nothing to deserve this!

Zayn is just a sick bastard who enjoys people's pain! He can go fuck off, and die for all I care!

My heart rate increases as I see Liam enter the room, "W-Where's Louis?"

"He didn't want to come get you. So, Zayn sent me."

He goes to grab me, but I jump up just in time, "Stop, Cassie."

He takes a step forward, and I take one back. "Cassie." He says, sternly.

I ignore him, and look behind me to see I'm closest to the window. "Don't even think about it." He growls.

At this moment I was on one side of the bed, and Liam was on the other. He takes a step to the side, and I start crying, he can corner me easily. He takes a few more steps when I decide to scramble over the bed, and Liam growls.

"Master Zayn won't be too happy."

"Fuck, Zayn!" I scream.

He takes a deep breath, trying to contain his anger. It takes me a moment to comprehend what's happening.

Liam lunges forward onto me. Straddling me, he leans down and whispers angrily into my ear, "Zayn may like you, but I have permission to hurt you."

"Like me? If he fućking liked me, we wouldn't be in this situation." I spit, venom in my words.

"He does like you. He has a different way of showing it though. Oh god, I could take you right here." He purrs.

"You wouldn't." I provoke.

Where's the Liam I met awhile ago? The one who nursed me back to health?

"Oh, but I would. But I won't, not right now anyway. Master Zayn's waiting."

I gasp as Liam grabs me firmly on the forearm, pulling me off the bed. He has an iron grip on my arm as he stalks down the halls to the basement. I feel like I'm about to faint when we're in the basement.

Whips, ropes, a bed, and knives. I've only been down here once, and wished I never encountered such horrible things again. Tears stream down my face as I see Zayn. When he sees me he smirks.

"Let's start, shall we?"

"No!" I sob, trying to get out of Liam's grip.

Liam finally gets fed up with me, and finally hands me over to Zayn. "Let me go!" I scream, thrashing in his grip.

All he does is tighten his grip. He orders Liam to leave, and leads me to a room. A dimly-lit room, one with a shower, and a lock on it.

What kind of sick thing is this?

I feel nauseous as I see a dial on the side with many different temperatures. I try to get out of his grip as he leads me closer to the shower. I almost get out when he re-tightens his grip, and turns me around to face him.

I look down to avoid his eyes, "Look at me."

I don't do it. He forcefully grabs my jaw, and forces my face up to look at him.

"I said to look at me."

This time I look him right in the eyes.

"I'm sorry." He whispers as he starts taking off my clothes.

This time I don't stop him. There is no way I can over power him. And, in seconds I'm in nothing. Zayn pushes me in the shower, and I almost puke when I hear it lock.

He's going to burn in hell for this.

I hear Zayn call Louis name, "Louis, stand guard outside the door."

I hear the door close, and the pain begins. I scream in pain as hot water hits my body. It seems to get hotter by the second. I start getting blisters on my body.

"Please!" I scream, sobbing.

No response. It only gets hotter.

"Zayn!" I scream, loudly. "Please." I am now begging.

No response. I fall to the ground as no sobs can leave my mouth. Suddenly a pained sob echoes through the bathroom

I press my body against the side of the shower as best as I can, but steaming water still hits me.

"Louis, please!" I scream, begging for him to hear, and help me.

"P-Please." I sob, my screams dying down.

I start banging on the door, "Please, Zayn." I say, loud enough for him to hear.

The temperature seems to go down a bit, but it doesn't matter. Because, I can't feel it anymore. My body has seemed to go numb. I look down to see blisters on my body.

But, I don't care anymore.

Louis POV:

A tear rolls down my cheek as I hear her pained screams. "Louis, please!" She screams, begging for me to hear, and help her.

But I can't, I can't help her. I'm sorry, Cassie.

Zayn's POV:

I feel a pang of guilt as I hear her soft voice say, "Please, Zayn."

I bite my lip as I turn off the shower, and open the door to see her naked body laying on the ground. I grab a towel, and wrap it around her body.

"I hate you." She whispers.

"I know."

I was left in the darkness, so darkness is what I became.
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This has been the most painful chapters to write :(