Loved [Zianourry]

Chapter 2

Hours whizzed by as I headed for the airport, knowing exactly where Finn and Trixie were being kept. "Gosh, I'm gonna die for this." I muttered as I transformed back into a human, but a random stranger so I wouldn't be recognised.
As I passed through the airport, I saw the docks at the end, and ran towards them, using the map situated on a board to direct myself to my destination. "What are you looking at, lad?" One of the fishermen passed me, sending me a friendly smile.
"Apologies, Sir, I was studying Zambonion Island for my geography course and came here to do a study sketch." I lied quickly.
"It's not on the map. Dangerous place, that, nothing there either. Excavated fully years ago. It's that direction if you want to mark it on your sketch." He pointed North-West.
"Thank you very much, Sir. I think I'll go back to the observation room to draw."
"Good luck with that." Giving him a smile, I hurried off, cutting a corner before shifting into a kestrel, giving my wings a few test flaps before flying out over the ocean.
How they had gotten there absolutely beat me. Winds buffeted me about, and I almost crashed into the choppy waves more times than I would have liked.
Eventually, as I became beyond exhausted, I saw the tiny island ahead of me. Spurring myself on, my wings suddenly gave out and I spiralled towards the rocks, only just gathering myself into a gliding position and landing on a bush.
Everything about me was aching, and I turned into a small bug, crawling into the undergrowth before my world went black with sleep.
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The next morning, I awoke, turning into myself again and brushing myself off of dirt, examining the surrounding area. There were some trees and bushes densely around the front of the tiny island, jagged rocks making up the majority of the landscape.
Seeing as the island was probably five hundred metres across, but I couldn't see anything due to the shaping, I set off in search of my target.
"I see you've found us, Tomlinson."
I whipped around, taking in the face of the man behind me.
"Where's my... Friends?" I didn't want to say their names, nor my relationship to them incase they didn't know or Finn and Trixie had lied, not wanting more trouble than we already had.
"Underground."
"Let them go, then. I'm here. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Not quite." Just as a threatening smirk took over his face, hands grabbed me, pinning my hands behind me back, covering my mouth and trapping my body down.
I couldn't move, shout or shift, but I could see as they dragged me over to a tunnel entrance, several guards moving to let them past. Handcuffs were enclosed around my wrists, chains tying my ankles together loosely, and a large hand over my mouth. "F.ck you!" Screaming as loud as I could, I rammed my elbow back, catching the person in the gut, head butting the other man holding onto me before snapping the handcuffs with brute force, dodging their attack.
"I see you play dirty. You'll pay for that." The man who had been in charge, apparently, the one who had first spoken to me walked up as more people held me down and more handcuffs, considerably thicker, encircled my wrists, a cloth being placed over my mouth. "By the way, call me X. Go take him to the door, I want to see their reaction."
After being dragged forcibly through rocky tunnels, lit by lamps in the walls, we reached a split in the tunnel, leading off two directions. To my left, I saw linoleum floors, neatly painted white walls, bright electric lights and expensive-looking machinery. "That's our section." X brushed past us, looking approvingly at the modernised world.
Then turning to face the heavy metal door on my right, he sighed. "And here is what you're looking for." The door swung open, and they wrestled me inside the room.
"No! No!" Finn screamed when he saw me, fighting against the chains. Trixie was hanging limply from her chains on the opposite wall, the one on my right, but her eyes showed her horror. "Please... Please, no."
"He came to try and save you. Thought we'd let you two punks go if he gave himself up." They kicked me to the floor, before a large medical table was wheeled out, stationed in the middle of the room. "Lock him down."
All I could hear were the soft sobs from Finn as they forced my hands and ankles to be bound to the four corners of the table, laying on my front. Glancing up, I saw the sympathy and worry in Trixie's eyes, the bloodied gash taking up the majority of her face. 'I'm so sorry.' I mouthed.
"Begin."
My clothes were shredded from my body and I shivered, tugging as hard as I could on the cuffs to no avail. A crack of a whip, and my skin tore, a scream ripped from my throat as pain exploded over my back. Blood dripped slowly to the floor.
One.
Another smack, and tears rolled down my face as I shrieked in agony, bowing my head to sob.
Two.
Once again, I was hit, more blood rolling down my bare skin and dripping onto the stone floor.
Three.
When I was hit again, I screamed again, thrashing against my constraints.
Four.
I - I couldn't. This hurt. This hurt too much.
Five.
"You know what to do now." X's voice echoed through my pain-ridden mind, before suddenly a foreign body descended on me.
"No! No, please!" Sobbing, I squirmed desperately, trying to the best of my ability to get away.
"Louis, look at me." Finn said hoarsely. Our eyes met, just as the person unzipped their jeans. "It's going to be okay. Watch me."
"N-no..."
"Ssh, it's okay." He soothed, voice dry and tired. "Don't pay them attention, just watch me." As the person suddenly thrust into me, I wailed, throwing my head back and screaming in terror and turmoil.
With a jangle of chains, Trixie caught my attention, her soft eyes silently encouraging me, as she tried her best for a smile with her face torn in two. "It'll be okay, Louis, we're here." Finn quietly murmured to me.
Eventually, the person left, my cuffs being undone only for me to be dragged to more chains on the back wall of the tiny room, a simple cloth wrapped around my waist.
Tears didn't stop falling from my face as Finn and Trixie both watched me sympathetically, Finn stretching his chains to the limit and reaching out for me. His fingers brushed mine and I attempted a smile.
"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" X beamed sadistically as he strode through the door. "So... Louis Tomlinson. We're going to have some fun with you. We certainly are." An evil chuckle left his lips before he turned, the door slamming behind him.
"Finn..." I cleared my throat. "Can they hear what we're saying?"
"No, of course not." Finn snorted humourlessly. "We're not worth even that."
"Good."
"There's no way out, Louis, or we would've been out of here a long time ago." He told me. "You're best just giving them what they want and hoping for the best. You shouldn't have come."
"You might not have a plan, but I do."