Laced

Laced - Chapter 3 (Laying Out the Rules)

Disclaimer: This was written over 10 years ago, and the author no longer agrees with many of the concepts found in this story. Some of the content will be cringey and/or problematic. Please remember this is entirely fictional and does not represent the author's beliefs.

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I made my way to the huge closet, drying myself off quickly. Searching for something decent to wear was a whole other challenge. Most of everything was skimpy and provocative which made me extremely curious. I finally came across a cami and some casual shorts and I slipped them on.

Where there others here? Was I the only one here? From what it seemed like, I was just another addition to Zayn's slaves. Niall was one, definitely.

I heard the door of my room being opened, so I emerged from my closet. "Niall?"

He looked frustrated and exhausted. "Zayn ordered me to bring you food here. You will not be eating with the rest of us tonight." He handed me a tray of food roughly, and I held it.

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" My voice trembled. Had I upset Zayn? More importantly, why did I even care that I had upset him?

He shrugged. "Not your business." Turning around, he shut the door, locking it behind him.

I looked down at my tray of food. There was a good amount of spaghetti, a slice of garlic bread, a small salad and a water bottle.

Setting it down on the floor, I sat down and leaned against the wall, scarfing down my food quickly. Even though I was upset, I was starving - not having had a decent meal in over a week.

As I slowly brought the last crumbs of the garlic bread to my mouth, the door of my room unlocked, and in walked Zayn.

"Finished?" He asked, glancing down at my empty tray.

I nodded.

"Abigail." He said firmly.

"I mean, yes, Sir."

"I'm going to show you around the mansion right now. I'm only going to explain the rules once. You best take note of all of them, if you don't want to be punished, is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"There are others that I own - just like you. It will also do you good to get along with them as much as possible. Do I make myself clear?" He demanded.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Follow me, Abigail, and bring your tray."

I quickly snatched up the tray and followed after him.

Leading us through the long corridor of closed doors, Zayn began to show me around. "This is the slave quarters' wing. Everyone stays here. Everyone follows a strict schedule - and you shall too. You will be up at six each morning, and you will be assigned a chore by one of my two older slaves, Niall or Louis. Everything they say goes unless I say otherwise. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

We walked past a huge room filled with cozy-looking couches and a TV and some other things were. A few girls around my age that sat on the couch facing the TV looked up at me curiously. "This is the slave "chill out" room. You can come here when you're permitted."

A stunningly beautiful blonde walked up to us, quickly glimpsing at me before giving her full attention to Zayn.

"Zayn, sir, may I be with you tonight?" She asked seductively, bringing her lips dangerously close to Zayn's. "I really want you."