Chapter:-28

Louis's P.O.V

"Let's catch Linus first," Naill said, while bringing the ice from the fridge.

"No, we don't have time for that." Harry stood with his phone in left hand.

"We need an immediate plan. I am calling Ken. He'll help us tracking them down," Harry said.

"We don't have anything to track them," I questioned.

Placing the first aid box on the table. Naill dug his fingers in the back pocket. With a grin he showed me a phone. Which didn't belong to anyone of us.

"When a guy punched Harry. This fell on the ground and I hid it with my foot."

"Then call him and we could plan ahead." With that I made myself more comfortable on the couch.

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"Louis, wake up. Ken is hear," Harry said, shaking my shoulder.

"Was I asleep?"

"Back to business Louis! Get up," Liam ordered.

He was standing behind the dinning table, a laptop to his left on which Ken was working.

"They are in Northampton now, on the roadway to Aynho," Ken said shutting the laptop.

"What about the money?" Ken asked in blue.

"Do you really think, we'll pay. They don't know us yet," Harry sneered him.

"Call every one. Everyone. I think they will have thousands to guard them. So, we should get our men ready." It was Naill with seriousness crashed down to him.

"Chaos is coming." Whisper escaped my mouth with a glared and purpose to get them back.

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Light's P.O.V

The van stopped with a streaking noise. I could barely see Liam's face in that darkness, they had caged us in.
"Liam, what will happen now?" I whispered leaning left towards him. But the back door opened, disclosing a person in a mask. Beckoning us to cone out, he held the door open wide.

The road was silent, we could not even try to run. In that open space, they would catch us back easily.

"Liam," I whispered. But he shushed me quite while holding a stern look.

That place had more men than back in Louis's house. It looked like a warehouse. All the people moving left to right. Ground floor was just a hall, two rooms at the back. Stairs that lead up wasn't for us,instead we were steered into a dark room at the end of the hall. It had an iron door. Rusted iron, creaked in every short movement.

The darkness in the room had defeated  light. Would it be able to do the sane with me? Stayed silent only our hushes of steps could be heard. Then the man turned the lights on and left locking the door.

Through that faint light, my gaze watched dusted walls and webs in the corners. I searched for a window, but the wall's stretching lead me to a ventilator in the left.

"Liam, it's scary here," I said looking at him.

But to my concern, he didn't hear me. He was busy untie the rope his hands were tied together at back.

"Liam, I have handcuffs on. I can try to untie it."

"Please."

He scooted to me and turned around, still rumbling his hands in the ropes.
I knew that, handcuff would punish me with bruise in pain. And it was already forming a perfect color of blue on my wrist.That man had tied it unerringly. It ran difficult and even harder when he moved his hands in impatience.

"Done." In excitement the words found a height pitch. At least he could move.

"Do you have a hair pin or something?" he asked.

"No, but for what?"

"I can unlock this with that," he said pointed to my hand's cage.

"Let it be, I don't even care."

"It'll hurt sooner." His concern dropped in each words.

"I give no care," I said and rested my head against the wall.

"Let me see, if I have something or not." He surely didn't understand that I had no problem with it. Checking both of his pockets, socks but turned everything empty.

"Let's see, what's in the room. Maybe we could find something," he said and stood up with two searching eyes.

"Liam. Don't focus there. But think about escaping from here."

"Do you really think we are gonna escape?" He said with a smirk, standing in front of me with hands on hips.

"Is this place that dangerous. That we can't even try?"

"My friends are still alive. And if you think that they'll arrange money and come to rescue us." "Then you are fool," he sneered and sat beside me.

"Then, what's gonna happen?"

"They'll come. Don't worry and let's see what these guys are like." He smiled.

"Scary and ruthless." I had already concluded.

"Let's see."

How could he be so calm?

"Liam, what if they kill us?"

"I think you are going crazy! First they know the consequence of harming us and Second, even if they pinch a needle to one of us. My friends will eat them alive." He fixed with a deep chuckle.

"I know. But this room freaks me," I mumbled.

"When you were with us. You were not scared. Were you?" It was more like a question.

The door opened, disclosing two people with torches. One flashed on my face and other moved around.

"Who untied you?" A guy bent down and asked Liam. With glared eyes and unemotional tone.

"I am born with talents," he sneered.

"Don't act smart. I know how I tie. You could not do it on your own," he said and carried the same glare to me.

"Did you?" His eyes fixed on mine, jaws firm and rawness expressed in his voice.

I nodded,now there was no point of lying.

"Come, I'll show you something," he said and stood.

"Where? Huh!" Liam asked.

"Shuu! No harm to her. Just some lessons." He smirked.

Liam was going to protest but another guy stuffed his mouth with a rag and cuffed his hands. Liam could fight him, and I knew he would win but it wasn't the place to boss on. Gulped the words in my throat, fear expressed in tears. What was going to happen?Liam's huffs pierced in my ears, when the other man was taking me out of the room. I wanted to cry. Or escape from his tight grips. But his muscles were strong and my feathers weak!

The hallway was stone cold while capturing the silence. But as we reached upstairs, faint cries invaded my ears. Minutes ended and I heard, pleading and begs. It was a man. His voice was explaining his pain. Our steps closer to the end of the hallway, so did the begs. Cries and pleading increased in sound. I looked over to the taller man beside me and he smirked."Scared!"I did not respond but gulped back my lump into the throat.

The voice had turned into huffs but the pain could never be suppressed.
One bulb hung over the ceiling. Enough to take my breaths. The man brought me into the room. And another naked man was tied on the table. His skin had already suffered to much. I didn't think they would do anything after that.

The blood formed gushy strokes on his flesh. The legs were still oozing the blood. Bruises printed on every edge and curve of his body. He was shaking, tears forming in his eyes and slopped down on the table. He looked at me. Death. Helplessness. And no hope appeared. Not even a thin layer was doubts.

Memories layered line by line. My days in Joe's basement came right across my eyes. The pain pulled it's covers so as the realization of his hatred. The guilt. Guilt of killing my parents. The hammer and the fretsaw. Evil grins. Hunters and bruises. Hot iron metal on my skin. Everything. Memories flickered in front me.

Dizziness invaded was weak mind as I stumbled to the left. I could not afford to remember what I was trying to forget from all of these days.

"Oh! Derek. Your audience is so weak hearted. She can't even stand a single sight," a guy who caught me, said.

"Enjoy the show. Darling," said the person who brought me in. And with that he left.

My gaze wandered around, flickering every next second. There were three people in the room, except me and the man on the table. They had dressed in dark shade of brown trousers and so the T-shirt. Their faces were covered in masks. One was them came closer to me, holding a rope. I wanted to protest but the fear overcame every strength I had gained. Forced me to sit on a chair and tied my wrists on the chair arms."If you close your eyes. You'll get one too," Sternly he said and walked off.

The others starting moving around with strange objects with in their hands. I was trying to recognise the equipments but I was anew with them. The man's huffs increased, he started crying as a tallest guy brought a sharp knife.

Either he was going to hurt me or the man on the table.

"Enjoy." A person whispered from my back. The moment he walked passed me, I inhaled deeply. I didn't even knew that I was holding it.

I didn't know what was going to happen?

"No. Please don't. No. Please." I pleaded him to stop. As the guy brought the knife closer to the man's ankle. I heard the his huffs, the sound increased and the tears didn't slow down.

The person kept on lashing the knife on his leg, some times dig it hard and other he peeled the skin of. I could not afford to look more, I closed my eyes but man beside me hit me with his pistol back, indicating I had to keep them open.

Man near the table started playing with the fingers of the victim. I wished, I could stymie his torture. Torturer; in black grinned and looked straight in my eyes.

What was he gonna do?

Then he picked his thumb up and cut it. His woe echoed the room, piercing my ears. I did not want to look at that. I did not want to hear it. Victim's huffs pure in pain. Echoed. Sending petrification into every nerve of my body.Guy who was torturing, started walking towards with a grin plastered on his face.

What was he going to do?I didn't want that torture?

Stood in front of me and bent down showing his smirk. His fingers layered in blood which danced in front of my eyes. Then rubbed the blood against my right cheek. Tears escaped my eyes. The blood was actually on my skin. Hard to believe but my mind suffered better.

"Enjoy. There's so much more." He said and walked out with the other two.

My breathing lost its pace, heartbeat escalated. Anxiety had stepped on a newer lever. Memories flushed in, giving goosebumps. I had finally forgotten about Joe but that incident reminded me every bit of it.

I cried for minutes. All I wanted was Louis and friends. I wanted to get back to the house, where Liam was asking Naill to check the salt in the gravy.

I wondered what Liam was the doing in there? What were those people doing to him?

The door opened with two men holding a steel bucket. They had gloves on. It looked heavy! What was in it?

Sending a lump back in my throat, I watched their smirks on the guy tied on the table. One of them bent and whispered something in his ears. And in the instant he started to scream against the rag.

I didn't want to see, what they were planning to do? But I was forcefully tied on the chair with gun over my head.

The other guy brought the small bucket up then poured the liquid on the man's body. He screamed, tried to get his hands and feet out of the ropes but had no escape. It was steaming hot oil. On his wounded body. His cuts were all new. The oil slowly slopped down to the floor leaving immediate blisters to him.

I cried! I cried! My throat hurt from screaming but no one seemed to care. The man was dead. He was done with torture. But me. My mind had recorded everything, which kept playing against my eyes. No matter I closed or opened them. The other men left me with the dead. In pure horror and petrifying memories.

I wanted to curl up in the ball, stay in the corner and cry. But I was tied on the chair right in front of the dead victim.

Head revolved, dizziness empowered me. Soon I entered into darkness as I could not bare the headache.