Elias | ✔️

Thirty

Zayn

All I remember is being dragged out of the back of the hotel, and getting shoved into the back of a blacked out SUV. Just like in every single crime movie.

There was a familiar man sitting on the left side when Vincent threw me in. I think one of his body guards? Who knows at this point. He looked me right in the eyes, with a dark smirk and held a cloth to my face. Next thing I know, my vision got hazy and I passed out. I tried not to breathe in, obviously, but at some point I had to.

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"Wake up sunshine," spoke a deep voice.

My eyes opened tiredly. My body feeling impossibly sore and weak. Completely drained of all my energy. My eyes feel like there's a film resting over them, like I just smoked a ton of weed. Or when you have a really bad head cold, it just feels like you're not even there.

I grunted and rubbed my eyes, looking to the left of me where I heard the voice speaking.

I felt my heart sink and fear seep through my vein's as I noticed the man I thought I'd never be with again. Vincent. He has a gross, perverted smile on his lips, watching me with a look of hunger in his eyes.

I glanced to my right and noticed I was in a plane. A plane that's soaring high through the sky, completely dark outside.

Either It's still late and we haven't been in the air very long, or I've been sleeping for hours and it's already the next night.

"I-I think i'm going to be - sick," I heaved out.

"Someone get me a fuckin bag!" He shouted in an irritated manner.

"Don't you even think about puking on me, boy. You do and you're in big trouble."

"I..." Oh god. My hand covered my mouth trying to hold back. I know he's not lying. He never lies about punishing me.

"Hurry the fuck, up you idiot!" He shouted to one of the men on the plane.

An unfamiliar man came running up the plane's walkway and threw a bucket at me, in which I used immediately.

I just want to go home... I want to be with Eli, cuddled in our hotel bed together. I just want to be safe in his arms.

"Someone take this!  fucking disgusting." He grunted.

"Go wash your mouth out. I won't be kissing you with a mouth like that." He spat out.

"What are you waiting for? Get the fuck up!" He yelled again.

I flinched at the aggressive tone in his voice and stood up on my wobbily legs. I held onto the seat as I pushed myself into the walkway.

Once I let go, I stumbled forwards, unable to hold up my weight.  I fell to my knees, using my arms to block my face from the blow.

"You! Help him to the bathroom. Don't for a second let him out of your sight." He pointed at one of the four men sitting in their seats.

"Yes sir." The man said.

He roughly gripped my wrist, yanking me up from the ground and practically dragging me to the back of the plane.

"Get the fuck up." He said with a sneer.

I went to the bathroom feeling completely exposed having to keep the door open. He stood arms crossed in the doorway, facing me of course.

"Fuckin perv," I whispered.

"What was that?" He said angrily, gripping my chin between his fingers.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." I responded. I whipped my head to the side to get his hands off me.

I zipped up my pants and reluctantly rinsed my mouth out with the small bottle of mouth wash. Reluctantly because that means he's going to try and kiss me, but if I didn't listen, I know he wouldn't think twice about putting his hands on me again. He gets off on it and it's disgusting.

We walked back out slowly and I sat back in the seat the man led me to.

"Took you long enough." He spoke irritated.

"S-Sorry, sir." I whispered.

I helped awkwardly as he gripped the back of my neck and attempted to kiss me. My mouth barely moved an inch as his tongue invaded inside my mouth, biting my lip as he pulled away.

It took everything in me not to burst into tears.

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Elias

Luke and Arlen said they were on their was to the hotel, I've been pacing back and forth for the last twenty minutes waiting for them to show.

A knock on the door made me rush to the door. I swung it open and the second I did, Luke jumped into my arms giving me a big hug. I didn't realise how bad I needed this. Im going crazy without Zayn.

"I'm so sorry, Eli," he said with tears filling his eyes.

"I... I just hope he's okay," I said quietly.

Arlen's hand rested on my shoulder and squeezed. "We won't stop until we find him."

"I spoke with my friend Jack, he reached out  to one of his buddies who works for air traffic control, he said he'd look into it and call us back as soon as possible. I think from there, we notify the police, maybe even the FBI and get them to come with us."

He took a breath and continued, "we need to put this fucker away once and for all and the only way we'll do that is if the police are involved."

"I couldn't agree more. He doesn't deserve to walk freely in the streets. We can't let him do this to anyone else. I'm fucking furious he got him in the first place. I just hope he doesn't hurt him...I don't know if Zayn can handle any more pain." I said solemnly.

"I know...I know. The only thing we can finish be there for him, support him and love him unconditionally." Luke said.

"Oh my god, pick up the phone!" Luke yelled.

Arlen's phone buzzing in his pocket. "I'm grabbing it, Christ babe!"

"Hello?" He said. "Really? You're sure that's where- No, that's great! How many? Okay. Thanks, no you've done enough. Thanks man." He hung up the call.

"Okay. I know where he is, and if we want to be there by morning we have to leave now. The flughts a little over twelve hours. I'll call the police on the way."

"Where did the plane land?" I questioned.

"Salvador, Brazil."

"Brazil?! Why the fuck would he take him to Brazil?!" I shouted.

"I don't know. It's far?" Arlen said.

"Come on, let's go." I spoke, grabbing both mine and Zayn's suitcases.

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Within the hour we're on Arlen and Luke's jet, ready for take off.

We called the police, which they transferred us to one of their contacts in the FBI in Arozina. I guess they've been looking into Vincent as well as Tiffany for the last couple years, they just didn't have any solid evidence that could actually put them away.

Now, with them taking Zayn they have a reason right there to put him behind bars. They're going to have a crew fly in from their location in Miami and meet us in Salvador.

They also said they have their local police department ready for our arrival and will ensure to have their location by the time we arrive.

I'm coming for you baby.