Philophobia

Two

"The basement? Alright, lead the way," she wriggled her eyebrows, causing Zayn to release a gruff chuckle.

"I haven't caught her name yet, maybe you'll have more luck," Zayn fished a key out of his back pocket, sliding it into the keyhole and punching in a code before turning it. "She's probably still crying, or something. I tried to gag her but it just made her cry even more. I wanna get rid of this one as quick as possible, after I've had my way with her if you know what I mean."

Lauren quirked her eyebrow, shaking her head a little as they descended the basement steps. The lightbulb flickered on, basking the room in a soft yellow light that just about allowed her to make out the girl cowering in the corner of the room. She appeared to be shivering, her form encased in a blanket and her head bowed which led Lauren to believe that she might've dosed off.

"Rise and shine, pretty girl, we have a guest," Zayn announced, his hands crashing together in a resounding clap that echoed through the previously quiet room.

The girl straightened immediately, jerking forward causing her restraints to tighten around her wrists. With a yelp of pain she threw her head back and Lauren caught a glimpse of her face - strong jaw line, bright brown eyes and a pretty cute nose. Attractive.

"P-please let m-m-me go!" The girl began to struggle and Lauren noticed she had started to cry again, catching Zayn's frustrated glare. "Please, please!"

"Stop crying. It's only going to make things worse for you," he groaned as he descended the stairs into the space, Lauren following closely. She paused a couple of feet in front of the girl before crouching down so that she was level with her.

"Hi," Lauren hummed softly, leaning forward and tucking a lock of the girl's hair behind her ear as she studied her face, knuckles brushing across her tear-stained cheeks. "What's your name, sweetheart?" She asked, meeting the girl's eye with a smile that she assumed seemed quite unnerving.

"C-Camila..." she murmured, bowing her head slightly and trying to squirm away from Lauren's touch, her restraints limiting her to an extent.

"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you, it's him you should be afraid of," a wry smile toying at her lips as she spoke, touching Camila's nose gently. "You're a pretty girl," she paused, turning to face Zayn, her smile transforming into a sort of murderous grin, "She's a pretty girl, isn't she?"

"Very much so, Lauren. That's why I chose her. Looked a little older with all the makeup on. Speaking of which, how old are you?" Zayn perched himself in a squatting position beside Lauren, eyebrow quirking when Lauren batted his hand away to prevent him from touching Camila's arm.

"S-seventeen. I'm-I'm seventeen," she whimpered, and Lauren would've perhaps felt a morsel of remorse if the girl wasn't so adorable. She couldn't regret that Zayn had captured her and brought her here because she was starting to quite like the idea of keeping the small girl around, as a pet, maybe. Maybe.

"Young... Very young," Lauren allowed her smile to widen as her eyes dropped to the tight ropes bound around Camila's wrists. "No need for these, now, are there? It's just making you uncomfortable, I imagine."

Camila's eyes, although still filled with overflowing tears, were curious as she peered down at Lauren who was busy untying her. Why was she doing that? "You're... Not letting me go, are you?"

"No, no. Don't be ridiculous," Lauren chuckled, setting the ropes aside and turning to Zayn who wore perhaps an equally as crazed expression. "I want to speak to you, Malik. Give us a minute, Camila. Make yourself comfortable."

Leading Zayn out of earshot of the captive, Lauren still kept her eyes trained on the girl. "I want her, Zayn. You're not going to lay a finger on her, I'm going to take her. I haven't decided whether I will keep her, yet, but I want to have my way with her. Privately."

"But... She's my catch, Lauren," Zayn huffed in frustration, "I promised the guys I'd have a fresh-"

"Enough. She's seventeen, I'm not going to allow you to have your troupe of junkies gang rape her, understand?" Lauren growled, "They's snap her in half with one touch. You owe me a few, anyway. Think of this as you paying off your debt."

"Why do you want her so bad? I've had plenty hotter than this," Zayn answered, his eyes taking over the slender form of the girl that had just stood up. "She has a nice ass, though."

Lauren took a moment to scrutinise her outfit - tight denim shorts, a presumable bodysuit that exposed a slither of her hips and dark tights that clung to her shapely legs. "She's cute, Zayn. I like cute, not hot. Cute equals submissive. That's what I'm after, Zayn, do you hear me?"

The guy scratched his chin for a moment before giving a reluctant nod. "Whatever, have at her."

There was only a moment's pause before Lauren nodded, swiftly removing her jacket as she moved forward, draping it over Camila's shoulders in one motion. "You look cold, pretty girl. Are you cold?"

Lauren noticed the way Camila's lip trembled slightly as she tried to strain away from Lauren, and she sighed. That would be fixed, all in good time. "A-a little b-bit."

"Okay. So, Camila. I've made a little deal with that guy over there, and you're coming home with me."

"W-with you?" Camila asked uncertainly.

Lauren sighed, squeezing Camila's shoulder with a dry laugh. "Camila, Camila, Camila. If you'd rather stay here, be my guest, but he has a whole hoard of men ready to come and have their way with your pretty little body, and then he'll kill you. Slowly and painfully, because he's fucked up like that. If you come with me, it's just me that's going to touch you. I might kill you too, but I'll make it quick."