Some how it feels like nothing change right now, my heart is beating the same Out loud , some one is calling my name.
"Here." Zayn said, handing me an orange juice.
I looked at him from up to down.
"What?" He rose a brow.
Nothing I am just being rude and I don't want to be your fųcking slave. I thought.
"Nothing." I said, taking the juice from him.
I was surprised when I saw his car.
His flying car may I add.
It's not even touching the ground, why we don't have this cars and technology things in our part of town?
Because we are the bad people.
I looked at the sign of his car.
BMW.
Fancy.
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I was leaning my head against the window, I looked at the streets and the people or Men, it's like I am the only female in the street.
I saw a couple holding hands, Man and Man.
They smiled at each other like they are not afraid of tomorrow, they didn't have to worry about what the future would bring.
And there's me, the poor nervous girl and worry is eating her alive, sitting beside her master .
Speaking of the devil.
"So tell me about your self." He asked me.
"Do you ask your slaves that question?" I asked surprised.
"There's no harm knowing about my slave life, right?" He said in his deep voice.
"Yeah whatever." I rolled my eyes.
I lift my legs and hug them to my chest, sitting my chin on my knee.
"Put your legs down right now!" He harshly spoke.
I smirked.
Good girls are bad girls that hasn't been caught.
"No."
"This is expensive leather seat and you are putting your dirty shoes on it, so I suggest you to do what i am telling you!" He glanced at me briefly and turned his gaze to the road.
"No." I repeat again, this is going to be fun.
Annabelle do what your master says, you will regret it. My subconscious told me.
I don't care.
Suddenly he started to speed up, I looked at him wide eyed and I found the famous smirk plastered on his face.
Magical face might I add- no wait stop!
"Hey! Slow down, we are going to die if you keep driving at this rate of speed and you might get a ticket." I slowly tried to convince him to slow down the damn speed but guess what?
I failed.
He sped up more and I sank back into my seat , we are going to die in a flying car.
God that sounds ridiculous.
Put your damn foot down! My subconscious scold me.
"Okay!" I said putting my legs down.
"That's better." Zayn smirked in victory.
I crossed my arms over my chest defeated.
"Now, tell me about your self." He repeated the same question prior.
I groan and mentally rolled my eyes.
"Nothing to know about myself." I answered simply.
"Oh, interesting." He nod.
I gave him a weird look, what's the interesting thing here?
"Yeah, interesting."I mocked him.
"So do you want to be my sėx slave?" Did he just asked me that?!
My jaw dropped and my eyes widen.
"What?!" I scream loud, sorry but i am not going to be a slut.
He flinched from my voice.
"Ouch, I think my ear drums had exploded."
"You aren't serious, are you?" I asked nervously.
"Oh, nah I was just kidding." He fake smile.
I inhale deeply, okay it was just a joke so calm down. I told myself.
"Just to let you know, I am not a slave for anyone an-"
"Of course you are my slave." He interuppted, glancing at me and back to the road.
Is he stupid?
"Not even yours." I stared at his fac-
Suddenly the car came to a halt making me crash into the cupboard.
He turned around and faced me.
I take my words back!
His jaw tensed and his face turning red.
"What did you just say?!" He roared.
I gulp.
"N-not yours?" I say but it came out like a question.
"You are mine and I fucking own you! I bought you before an old man could buy you, you should be grateful that I thought to buy someone like you!" He hissed.
His words cut through my heart.
Ouch.
His words anger me and I didn't care if he is more powerful than me or if he was my master.
"I am not an object you could own! I am a soul , I eat, I sleep and I cry! I am not grateful to be sold to one like you! Agressive and careless guy! It would be better if an old man bought me! At least he would take care of me! And you don't ever think to yell in my face or even threaten me again!" I yell.
Woah, where did all this came from?
I felt something hard hit my face.
Did he just slapped me?!
He grapped my jaw and stared into my eyes.
"Don't you ever raise your fųcking voice at your master, understood?" He whisper in his deep-scary voice.
I inhale and exhaled.
"No." I answered confidently, if he thought that i am afraid of him- which is true- he would be wrong.
"Get out!" He left my jaw and stared infront of him.
"Wha-"
"NOW!" He shouted his vein in his neck popping out.
I opened the door silently, this is it I am gonna be free.
I stepped out of the car but before, I close the door.
"Don't you think I am letting you free or anything, I am just preventing myself from murdering you." He said before speeding off leaving me standing in the middle of nowhere.
I groan, what I am going to do now? And where I am going.
If you kept your mouth shut we wouldn't be here!
I sigh.
I looked around.
Hmm.. this part looked like the north part but alot.. better.
I walked down the road, every single man giving me a look of lust or disgust.
I walked and my head down.
Dammit! I shouldn't have been a bitch to him.
Before I could blink I am on the floor, I crashed into something hard or someone.
"Oh, I am so sorry. I should looked infront of m-" A raspy deep voice said and stopped when I looked up.
His green eyes shining from the sun and his hair , his long hair is covering most of his face, I looked at his lips that are curved into a heart shape.
Phew this guy is damn hot! My subconscious cheers.
Shut up!
"Uh.. no it's okay." I mumbled feeling a little embarrassed.
He extended his hand to help me to stand on my feet and I gratefully took it.
"Thanks." I smiled sweetly at him.
"Welcome, Erm.. do you mind me asking you why a beautiful girl is walking alone? In this part of town?" He said , pushing his hair out from his face by his hands.
C'mon think of a lie! The bitc- I mean my subconscious demand me.
"Uh.. I got lost?" Great lie Annabelle.
He chuckles, two dimples peeking in his cheeks.
Okay stop being damn hot or I am gonna fuc-
"My name is Harry Styles by the way." He lift up his hand to shake.
"Annabelle Ray Hudson." I shake his hand.
"Nice name!"
"Yeah every one tells me that."
A second pass.
2 seconds.
3 seconds.
4 seconds.
"So your name is harold?" I broke the awkward silence and his stare.
"Uhm.. I prefer Harry but yeah, how did you know?" He furrowed his eyes brow.
"Harry is a pet name for Henry and Harold, so I just guessed." I tell him and he nod in understanding.
Wait, this is the boy who bought Marie... I think?
"Do you know Marie Maxwell?" I asked hope raising in me, after all I will not end up with a violent master.
I will escape from him.
"She is my slave, why? Do you know her?"
Marie is so lucky to have him, he is sweet and charming exactly like she described him.
"Yeah." I pause. "Just tell her I said Hi, and she is lucky to have someone like you." I said then walked away.
I guess I have to find away to be free from The Violent.
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