Laced

Laced - Chapter 6 (Little Secrets)

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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There was a light knock on the door, and in walked a nurse.

He wasn't what you would picture as a nurse. A crown of dark, messy curls, green eyes, and mild acne sprinkled his face.

He flashed me a dimply smile. "Hey! You're the newbie here, right? Ashley?"

I couldn't help but grin back. "Abby - and yes."

"Nice to meet you, Abby." He held out a hand, and I shook it. "I'm Harry."

He had a friendly personality, and he was definitely attractive. Not like how Zayn was attractive - but rather in his own way.

He turned to Liam. "I'll take from here."

Liam gave us a nod of approval, and left the room.

Harry turned to me. "So, Abby, have you fallen Zayn's good looks and charm yet?" He said jokingly, but I could just almost distinguish an air of seriousness.

I scoffed, blushing slightly. "No. Why would I?"

He washed his hands in the sink, and pulled out some paper towels, drying them. Grabbing a pair of blue latex gloves, he slipped them on before finally speaking up. "Because."

And then all playfulness drained from his face. "Abby, what you don't understand is....everyone of us - every slave Zayn owns - doesn't mind that they are owned by someone else. We all live here -happy, I might add. It's wrong. And then all the female slaves - they know Zayn sleeps with every single one of them like they're toys. But they still love him. It's wrong."

This coversation had gone way deeper than I had expected it to, and it seemed like Harry hadn't meant for it to be that serious either.

He sighed. "Sorry. I just don't want you to fall into his player ways." He pulled out a small tray of vials and tubes.

He ripped open a disinfecting wipe, and pulled my arm into his hand. Setting it to the side, he tied a rubber strip on my upper arm, right above my elbow.

"I won't." I whispered.

He smiled sadly, disinfecting the area around my brachial vein. "But you will. You'll see."

I shook my head. "No, Liam said I was safe because-"

"Liam is lying. No one resists Zayn. Even though he won't ever forcibly fuck someone, not one person has denied him yet." He placed my arm on the table. "Okay, this is going to be a pinch. The more you relax, the less it'll hurt. I just need a little amount of blood. You don't have to look."

He flicked at my vein, trying to get it to protrude more.

I relaxed a bit. "But Harry, Liam said-"

"Relax for a second. We'll discuss this after I draw blood."

I relaxed even further.

I felt a pinch in my arm, and I bit my lip in pain.

A few minutes passed in silence.

"I'm almost done."

I looked at the walls of the room, keeping my eyes away from the blood. They were a pale blue - almost a pastel blue color, much different from the scarlet in my room.