Disturbing scene ahead**

"No, p-please!  It wasn't anything, I—"

"—Shut up bitch!" Zayn growled at the crying girl after he yanked the ductape off of her mouth. He chuckled, looking down at the sticky material that held a few hairs. Officer Horan turned his head, not daring to look at the other hostage.

When Zayn noticed that, he gave a blow right to his face, causing the male to whine. Oh how much fun it was torturing an officer who messed with you, and a girl who stole your man. The thrill of their fear brought up Zayn's adrenaline rush.

"You're bored in here Whoreman? Wanna watch something... Fun?" Zayn questioned with a smirk. He stared at the officer, laughing when he couldn't reply because of the gag around his mouth. He whipped his head around and met eyes with Nyla.

"HELP! SOMEBODY! HE—"

Zayn quickly shoved a sweaty sock into her mouth. She gagged, more tears coming from her wet eyes. The sick man held no emotion when he dragged her chair in front of Officer Horan, putting on a show for him.

Zayn stared at Nyla with his arms crossed, thinking of something fun to do. He thought until he remembered what he did to that Justin kid. A sinister grin spread onto his beautiful face. Nothing was wrong with... trying the same trick again.

He clapped his hands together, squealing like a little kid on Halloween. Speaking of Halloween... He was ready for that night. The night where he will finally make Harry his, officially.

"I guess that I should put on a show for you Whoreman, you've been in this boring attic for a few days with little food supplies, " Zayn stated, grabbing his toolbox. He pulled out a screwdriver, a knife with little sharp edges that could cut through skin with the lightest touch, coal burning fuel, and a lighter.

This dark room was going to light up, literally. Nyla whimpered when she saw the objects in Zayn's hand. Was he going to use those on her? Zayn winked at Nyla and held up the sharp edged knife.

Officer Horan had an idea in his head, he wasn't going to let this girl suffer from this man. But... he needed to strike his plan before Nyla got hurt.

"Wut's the mawta love? You scawwed?" Zayn asked, faking sympathy. Nyla cried harder, praying to God that this wasn't her last day on Earth.

"No answer? Okay. Let's get to work then, " Zayn decided, turning over to stare at the cop. He moved out of the way so that the officer could see Zayn's next torture victim perfectly.

"If I see you close your eyes Horan... I will make sure that you never open them again. This knife is good for cutting out eyeballs. "

Nyla began screaming her heart out behind the sock when Zayn positioned the knife by her entrance. She couldn't kick Zayn or anything, her legs were tied to the chair. She wasn't the only one who had her legs tied up either.

Horan struggled to get his wrists out of the rope. Everything was much easier in his head. He hadn't thought everything through, he was too busy thinking of ways to save this girl.

Zayn paid no mind, and harshly shoved the knife into Nyla. Everything went quiet for a split second, and Niall even stopped trying to free his wrists. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling until she let out a blood curdling scream. Niall winced when her scream pierced his eardrums.

Lucky for Zayn, Nyla had on white leggings. He could see the blood ooze from her lady part, as if it was that time of the month. Niall watched in horror when Zayn pushed the knife in deeper by twisting it.

"Does this feel good? Huh? You liked having my boyfriend's dick in you, I'm surprised that you don't like other things in you, " Zayn spat. Nyla was a crying mess, trying so hard to ignore the agonizing pain in her lower region.
She gasped for air that she couldn't catch, she was in too much to even breath properly.

Zayn on the other hand smiled wickedly as he slid the knife in and out of the girl. He eventually got tired of doing the same thing, so he yanked the knife out and stuck it into her chest. Blood spurted everywhere, and onto Niall's pale face.

He couldn't watch this torture anymore, so he closed his eyes shut. Bad idea.

"Closed eyes huh? What did I tell you about that!?" Zayn scolded, snatching the bloody knife out of the dying girl. She eventually gave up on screaming and silently cried herself to death. Her head rolled to the side, the small pool of saliva dripping down her chin.

Niall violently shook his head, fearing for what someone like Zayn would do to him. Zayn grabbed Niall's head and held it in place. He raised the knife into the air, about to plunge it into his eye socket, but a voice stopped him.

"Zayn! What are you doing down here!?" Liam gasped. He saw Nyla's limp body and covered his mouth with his trembling hand. Zayn was never like this when they were younger — he was a shy sweetheart.

Zayn stared blankly at his best friend standing in the doorway. Liam ran over to him and gently tried to take the knife from Zayn. Tried.

"Liam, don't. "

"Zayn, yes. "

Zayn blinked, clicking his tongue. He glanced at Niall who was glaring at him.

"Gonna do something!? Hmm!? " Zayn tested. When Niall basically flinched at Zayn, he flew from Liam's arms and kicked Niall in the face. He climbed onto officer Horan, holding up the knife.

Liam was too late to get it from Zayn. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the knife sticking out of Niall's right eye socket. The blonde was squirming around, groaning in pain.

"Zayn! No!"

Liam attempted to pull the kitchen tool out of the man, but Zayn decided against that idea.

"Liam why are you here? You ruined my killing session!" Zayn said, obviously frustrated. Liam rolled his eyes, shoving his phone in Zayn's face. Zayn frowned, taking Liam's phone and staring at it, completely forgetting about the crying officer.

"I came here to tell you that Harry's in the hospital, " Liam informed after he saw Zayn drop his phone.

What?

@/N: I have the mind of a 20 year old but I'm in a 14 year old girl's body 😂 have a lovely day/night my zarry family 😘