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Zayn's POV
"Yes. I want both you and Nick to come." I say into the receiver.
Niall sighs, but agrees. "What else do you need me to do?"
"The regular introduction; show her around the mansion, explain the rules and schedules, and then send her to Liam so he can check her health." I tell him quickly.
"Alright, Sir. I'll be leaving with Nick in a few minutes to come pick her up."
"Good. I'll see you then, tell me when you're near."
"We should be there in about forty-five minutes, an hour at the most. Outside the Government building, right?"
"Correct."
"Alright, I'll call you when we're near. See you soon, Sir."
I hang up the phone, and rub my temples. Slipping the device into my pocket, I grab the handle of the café's door, pull it open, and step inside.
When I make my way back to the booth, Abby looks up at me in confusion as she's whispering to Jillian, and holding her hand.
"Jillian, you're coming with us. Do you have any stuff?" I say, and Abby stands up.
Jill freezes, looking up at me, confusion clear in her eyes. "What?"
"You're coming with us," I repeat slowly, as if I was talking to a child. "I just got it all arranged. You don't belong here any more."
Her expression is one of disbelief, and she blinks a few times, as if she was trying to wake up from a dream that wasn't real. "Are you serious?" Her voice comes out breathless, almost a whisper.
I nod, and Jill covers her mouth with a small hand, keeping herself from crying out.
It takes me a few seconds to realize that Jill's whole body had begun to shake in silent sobs, and Abigail immediately stood by her side and wrapped her arms around the petite woman, comforting her.
"Hey, it's okay." Abby says softly, her voice soothing. "You're going to be okay, now."
Abigail's crystal aqua irises look up to meet mine, asking me to give her and the woman some space.
I give her a quick nod. "I'm going to go pay the bill, and then we can get out of here, yeah?"
Turning around, I give the woman some space, and Abby sits Jill down to calm her.
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Abby's POV
My first emotion towards our waitress was irrational hatred. I guess I had been annoyed, and maybe even jealous by the fact that Master Zayn had paid attention to the woman that was serving us.
But as he pointed out earlier...I guess it was just an irrational jealousy bubbling inside of me.
When she came back with the fresh mark across her face, I felt guilty, dare I say, that I had such ill feelings toward her. She was harmless, respectful, and in need of help.
It was my first instinct to comfort her when sobs racked her underweight frame, and I immediately pleaded for Zayn to give her some space.
Surprisingly quick, he obliged, and left to pay the bill.
"Jill? Jill, it's going to be okay. Are you okay?" Her hands covered her face, and she was still shaking, silently crying.
She nodded, and her hands began to wipe at the tears that covered her face. "I-I-I think s-so." Her breathing is ragged, and I can tell she's trying to get herself together.
"Thank you, both." She hiccups, and genuinely smiles at me. "I didn't know how much l-longer I was going t-to last here." When her eyes meet mine, I realize that the bright jade color is a huge contrast to her pitch black hair.
"You don't have to thank us. I'm just happy that you're okay."
She smiles at me again, and her arms come up around herself, as if she's just barely holding herself together.
When Zayn comes back to us, he approaches us carefully and slowly, as if he's unsure if he's intruding. I nod at him, telling him that it was okay to come.
"Are you girls ready? I just paid the bill, we can leave now."
Jillian speaks up, her voice low. "What about the tracking cuff?" She states, pulling her wrist up.
Zayn brushes away her worries with a small smile. "Don't worry about it, we'll get it off for you once we get you to the mansion, and put on a fresh, new, one."
To make light of the mood, I also smile at Jillian before speaking up. "That's right. And they're much more fashionable, too. They're red, with little diamonds in it, not like these."
I look up to see Master Zayn frowning at me, and I flash him a confused look.
"You don't have a tracking cuff on?" He realizes, looking down at my arms. Both were bare, except for the pink white gold Cartier Love bracelet around my wrist.
"No, I guess not." I suddenly realize. "I think we forgot to put one on after I fractured my wrist."
Jillian looks to me, surprised. "You're a slave, too? I automatically assumed that you weren't because I didn't see a cuff."
"Yeah." I slowly nod, but my attention is still on Zayn. He's quiet, much too quiet, and I can tell that the fact that I wasn't wearing a cuff bothered him.
"Let's go?" Master says once more. "Niall, one of my most trusted slaves, will be here in less than an hour to pick you up from the Government building. By the time we walk there, he'll be here." He explains to Jillian.
She nods respectfully, and stands up. "And to answer your earlier question, Sir, I do not have any stuff to take with me. Everything I have is on my back."
He quickly nods. "Both of you, stay near me. Don't talk to anyone, don't make eye contact, and don't leave my side. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." Both Jillian and I say in unison. He flicks his head, motioning for us to follow him, and so we do as he leads us out of the café.
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Zayn's POV
I pulled my phone out of my pocket - the vibration had notified me that someone was calling - Niall. We'd been walking for about thirty minutes in the direction of the Government building, and now we stood directly in front of it.
"Yes?" I put the phone to my ear.
"We're outside, in the Range Rover." Niall says through the speaker.
My eyes scanned the parking lot, and sure enough, there was the car, pulling up into the lot and driving towards our direction.
"Alright." I reply, and hang up.
When the car rolls up next to us, both the passenger door and the backseat door open, revealing both Niall and Perrie.
"Why'd you bring her?" I snapped at Niall, who shrugged and walked up to me calmly. Over the time that he'd gotten closer to me not only as a slave but as a friend, Niall had also lost some sense of slavery, so he could and did often push the limits that I had set up, knowing that he could sway me by a little.
"Because," he said lowly, so only I could hear. "In case the new girl needs comforting or reassurance or something, another girl would be best at handling that kind of situation. And Perrie just so happens to be another girl."
I open my mouth to protest, but then stop. He was right. "Fine." I turn to Jillian, whose hand rested on Abby's arm, as if she was trying to reassure herself that Abigail was real and that she had finally left the horrid situation she was in. "Jillian, you're going to go with Niall, and Perrie."
The dark haired slave lets go of Abby, cautiously approaching Niall and Perrie.
Perrie gives her a reassuring smile, and then steps closer to Jillian.
"Alright Jill," I start, "you're going to go with them. You are to follow all orders from Niall, who'll get you situated and explain all the rules and tour the place once you get there. Alright?"
She nods, and Perrie leads her to the backseat, whispering something so that only Jill could hear as she did so.
When they both were in the vehicle, and the door closed, Niall turned to me. "Do you need us to drop you off anywhere?"
I look to Abby, who stood silently a few feet away from me. With a flick of my hand, I motion for her to come nearer, and then shake my head at Niall. "No, I think we'll be good. I have the car in a garage not too far away from here, and I'm going to spend the rest of the day out. I'll be at the mansion tonight, though. Just take Jillian and do as I said."
Mindlessly, I take Abigail's hand into mine and pull her closer to me.
"Alright," Niall nods, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Will do, Sir. I'll see you tonight."
I give him an affirming nod, and he turns away and gets inside of the black Range Rover.
When it's out of our sight, I turn to Abigail, whose hand was still in mine as she stood silently. "What do you want to do now?"
Her shoulders come up and down. "I don't know. Anything."
I put my hand up to my face, trying to remember a place where I could take Abby.
"I think there's a place you'd like." I say suddenly. "But we'd have to walk back and get the car to go to it -it's too far to walk to it. You want to?"
"Of course. I don't mind." She says, a hint of a smile forming on her lips.
"Alright then, let's go. I have a feeling you'll like it." I tell her, and then pull her to follow after me.
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It was about half past noon when we reached the car. I advised Abigail to change into the tennis shoes she'd packed, and she immediately agreed because apparently flats aren't the best things to walk in for long distances - not that I knew how that felt.
The Riverwalk wasn't too crowded when we reached there, so I easily found a parking spot. Fast forward about six hours or so, and this place would be crammed. But luckily for us, it was mostly empty, except for a few random people.
The Riverwalk was one of the main attractions in the middle of the City. It was a man-made river of a couple miles or so, and on each side of the river were pots of different flowers, palm trees, restaurants, and souveiner shops. The walkways were made of old stones, all of it adding to the whole environment of the place.
Also, there were places where the river flowed into different fountains; the entire area was scenic and perfect for picture taking.
I studied Abigail's face closely as she took in the entire scenery, her face lighting up and her lips pulling upwards into a smile. The sunlight shone across her face, bringing out the different shades of browns in her hair and the blues in her eyes.
She didn't pay attention to me while I watched her; she was too preoccupied with it all, and for that, I was grateful.
"It's so beautiful here!" She exclaimed, her eyes finally moving to meet mine. In her eyes were pure excitement, and I couldn't help but laugh a bit at how much she was enjoying this - and then she too joined me in happy laughter.
"Come on," I teased her, "we didn't come all the way here to just stare at it from the outside. Let's go." I grab up her hand, and pull her along. "I have a lot to show you."
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We ended up purchasing duck food from one of the stands that sold it, but only after she practically begged me.
"Please, please, Sir? Look how cute the ducks are!" She pulled on my arm, pointing to the mother duck with a trail of little ducklings swimming closely behind her.
I rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but in reality, I was suppressing a smile. "Alright, fine. We'll get some duck food."
When I handed the little tray of food I bought to Abby, she quickly pulled my hand and pulled me to where the ducks had swam to in a rush.
She stopped running suddenly, and me, not expecting it, ran right into her.
"Fuck." I curse, laughing, as I quickly held onto her and pulled her back up so that she wouldn't have fallen into the water.
She laughs as well, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. "I think I would have made horrible duck food." She jokes, and I shake my head.
"No, I'm pretty sure they would have loved you." I laugh.
"No, they wouldn't have. They would've let me drown." Her eyes are full of humor, and it's contagious.
"Abby," I say seriously, "they would have devoured you in minutes. And if they didn't, I wouldn't have let you drown, anyways."
"So what you're saying is," she says slowly, trying not to laugh, "is that you would have stopped me from drowning, but if they wanted to eat me, you'd let them?" Her expression was one of mock horror, but the corner of her lip twitched upwards.
"That's exactly what I'm saying." I say mockingly serious. "You can't deny ducks good food if they're hungry!"
She smacks my chest playfully, and I snatch her hand up into my mine and bring it to up to my teeth, biting down playfully.
Abby retracts her hand from my grasp, gasping. "Woah, I didn't know you were a duck! You're trying to eat me!"
"Oh my god, no. I'm not a duck."
She wiggles her eyebrows, smirking. "Well, apparently since I qualify as duck food, you qualify as an amateur duck."
"Amateur?" I raise an eyebrow. "If I was a duck, and I'm not, but if I was, I would be nothing less than a professional."
"Professional duck?" She snorts, and starts laughing. "Yeah, right. Now let's actually feed the ducks."
I laugh but nod my head in agreement. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go."
We spent about an hour flicking and throwing pieces of food at the mama duck and her ducklings, and soon, a bunch of other ducks had swam along and gathered where we fed them.
Every once in a while, Abby would tease me by quacking, poking my side, and then snort while calling me "Master Pro Duck."
I rolled my eyes in annoyance, but she was enjoying herself and so I wasn't going to kill her fun.
"The duck food is all finished." She points out as she throws the last piece into the water.
"Oh good," I look over to where she was crouched down, and then she stood up. "Now I can throw you in there." Laughing, I quickly scoop her up into my arms before she can stop me, and lean over the edge of the river, holding her out.
"Oh my god, Z-Sir, no! Please don't!" She grabs hold of me tighter, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Don't you dare drop me!"
I laugh harder, and extend my arms further out over the side of the river.
"Oh my god, I swear-" Abby threatens, pulling on me. She leans back, and then thrusts herself forward in attempt to push me back farther onto the land - but it has just the opposite effect.
Instead, my hands slip, effectively losing hold of Abby. But instead of falling by herself, her arms are still clutched around my neck, and so I manage to fall in with her as she pulls me down.
The water hit me like ice - it was freezing. When I resurfaced, my eyes frantically search for Abby - she's a few feet away, coughing and brushing back her hair out of her eyes.
"Abigail!"
She doesn't answer, she's wiping her eyes. The water is only a little over halfway up my chest when I was standing, but that's deep enough so that Abby couldn't stand and be above it.
I waded over to where she was treading water, taking me by surprise when her arm came up and splashed me with water.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna kill you!" She's laughing now, and I can't help but join her in contagious laughter again.
"Oh, are you now?" I say, moving closer to her. She shivers, and treads over to me. Grabbing hold of her hips,. I pull her closer to me, holding her slightly up so that she didn't have to tread the water in order to stay above it.
I catch her eyes drop from my gaze and flick to my lips, but only for a half a second. "Yes, I am." She breathes.
"I don't know about that," I say calmly, my arm wrapping around the small of her back, bringing her torso tight against my chest. "It seems to me that you wanted to...kiss me?" I raise an eyebrow.
There's a sly smile on her lips, her face leaning upwards, glancing back down from my eyes to my lips. "Maybe..."
I lean down, her lips only a breath away from mine. She barely brushes her lips against mine, and I feel her smile when I close my eyes.
"Quack."
She pulls away, bursting into contagious laughter. My lips part - I'm caught off guard, and she's amused at her sudden outburst.
And then, I'm roaring in laughter, annoyed, but also amused at her actions. She swims away, all while keeping eye contact. "It seems to me," she copies my words from earlier, "that it is you, Sir, that wants to kiss me."
She throws her head back in laughter, but before she gets too far away, I wade closer to her and grab her wrist, pulling her to me.
"Am I right?"
Her breathing noticeably hitches when I pull her against me tightly again, and lock her in place. "Shut up, woman." I roll my eyes, and then bring my lips down onto hers.
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I grunted as I lifted myself out of the water, and then turned around to help Abby up.
"Here, grab on," I say, outstretching my arms to her. She grabs hold of them, and I lift her up onto the paved walkway next to the river.
She groans when she finally stands up. "I'm so wet!" Her hands come up to the fabric of her shirt, wringing it as best she could. "Completely soaked!"
"Me too," I look over to her mischievously, and watch her attempt to wring out all of the water from her shirt. "It seems like all that kissing turned you on." I tease.
Her reaction was priceless. If she had been drinking water, she would have literally spit it out or choked on it. But instead, she choked on air, and she stood still as she tried to get herself to breathe again.
I roar in laughter at her - it was absolutely hilarious to tease the poor girl - her reactions made it worth it.
Blood rushed to her face, flushing it a bright red. When she stopped coughing, her hands came up to pull the wet locks of hair up and away from her face. "Oh my god, Z-Sir, you almost made me choke to death." She laughs, and ties her hair into a ponytail, wringing out the extra water from it.
"Just saying." I nudge her playfully. "Don't deny it."
She shakes her head at me, a ghost of a smile still on her lips.
"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" I ask suddenly, realizing that we hadn't eaten since breakfast early this morning, and that now it was somewhere in the afternoon judging by the position of the sun.
"Um, I guess? What time is it, anyways?"
I pull my phone out of my pocket, cursing when I remember that it's completely wet. I silently pray that it still works, and I press my finger down on the power button.
"Fuck, it's ruined." I groan, and then chuck the phone into the river. There was literally no reason for keeping it. "I assume its around three-thirty or four."
"Oh."
"So you never told me what you wanted to eat?" I ask.
"It doesn't matter to me, you pick." She tells me, and I frown.
"Do you want steak?" I suggest.
She scrunches up her nose, and shakes her head. "I mean, I love steak and all, but we just had it yesterday. I'm not that crazy."
I take her hand in mine and entwine my fingers with hers, and frown again. "You're not making this easy on me, Abby." I groan.
She nudges me in the side playfully. "Well, you know the area pretty well, right? Just pick anything you've been to before."
I pause, and then smile. Perfect. "I have something in mind." I tell her, and then pull her along the walkway to lead her to what I had in mind.
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Abby's POV
The Riverwalk was right underneath the streets of the city, those roadways crossing over the area in bridges. The river, which wasn't too wide, had sidewalks paved on both sides. The entire area contained an aesthetic beauty to it, with its historical white stone walls and green shrubbery and flowers. Lined on each side of the sidewalks were numerous restaurants, souvenir shops, and little bakeries and dessert cafes. Occasionally, tour boats giving rides to the tourists sailed by, only adding .
Although the temperature was not that warm, the sky was clear and the afternoon sun beat down on our backs as we made our way to wherever Zayn was taking us, our clothes drying slowly.
Master Zayn. I correct myself in my thoughts. I seem to be doing that too often - I've almost slipped up too many times this weekend. Maybe it's because my brain was just being lazy, or maybe it's because of the way he'd been acting this weekend. He'd been so normal, so much like a regular twenty-two year old man that did not own a shitload of land and money, and slaves.
When we took our seats at one of the tables placed outside next to the river outside of a restaurant called Amazon, a middle-aged waiter approached us immediately. He was well dressed, and looked well-fed for a slave. I wouldn't have even thought that he was one, except for the fact that I saw a black tracking cuff locked tightly around his left wrist.
"What can I get you to drink, Ma'am, Sir?" He asks, placing two menus onto the table. He also sets down a tray of what looked like long chips, and a green sauce.
I look to Zayn, Master Zayn, silently asking him for permission to speak. He gives me a subtle nod, and then I look to the waiter. "I'll just have water, please."
"A Dr. Pepper for me." Sir adds, and looks over to me. The man assures us that he'll be right back, and leaves us be.
"It's a Brazilian restaurant." Master Zayn explains, and points to the tray of appetizers the waiter had left us. "Those are plantain chips, and you're supposed to eat it with the dip." As he explains, he takes one, dips it, and brings it up to his lips. "Try it, it's amazing."
I quickly snatch up a chip, and dip it into the greenish sauce. If it had been thicker, I would have thought the sauce was guacamole. But the consistency was thinner, much thinner, and I inspected it curiously as I brought it to my lips.
The texture was amazing - crunchy, but not too hard, The sauce tasted sour and salty, which contrasted perfectly with the slightly sweet plantain chips. It was nothing like I've ever had before, but I already loved it.
Nodding approvingly, I take another chip. "It's delicious."
He looks up from his menu, smirking. "I told you so."
"Yeah, you did." I don't even try to deny it.
"What do you want to order?" He asks again.
I set the menu down, and close it. "Surprise me."
He tilts his head, his eyes thoughtful as he looks at me. "Alright."
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"Here are your two mixed grill plates, Sir, Ma'am," the waiter says gruffly as he sets down to plates of food. Let me know if you need anything and enjoy your dinner!"
He nods at the waiter, in some sort of appreciation, I guess, and then turns to me.
"Well, Abigail, dig in. There's grilled chicken, shrimp, and even steak. It's basically everything." He looks at me, as if waiting for my approval.
"This is perfect, thank you." I smile, and then pick up my fork.
We ate our meal mostly in silence, with only a few words spoken here and there. It wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. I kept noticing a man seated a couple tables behind Zayn look at us, but since Zayn's back was toward him, Sir didn't notice.
If it wasn't making me nervous, it sure was making me curious to see what the man wanted. He looked only a few years older than Zayn, but he did not look in any way familiar.
"Sir," I say, looking down at my plate so that I didn't have to look into his eyes when I spoke the next words. "I really want Pepsi. Can I get Pepsi?"
He set his utensils down, glancing up at me quickly. "Yeah, sure. When the waiter comes around I'll ask him."
I bite the inside of my cheek. "Can I get it now? My throat's dry."
He sighs. "Alright, Miss Impatient. I'll go get some." As he stands up, his hand falls on top of mine. "Don't talk to anyone, don't look at anyone. I'll be right back."
I give him a quick nod, not meeting his eyes.
When he stalks off, I discretely watch the young man from the other table, who was now staring at me. He was tanned, and he had short, blond hair. He slowly stood up, and I tensed, realizing that sending Zayn away could have been a mistake. Shit, what did he want?
He made his way toward me, all while keeping his eyes locked on me. As he approached nearer, his gait slowed, and then he looked past me.
Just as he was about to pass me, out of his hand fell a pen. On purpose, I think to myself.
When he bends down to pick it up, he looks up at me. "You're brother's in town. He's looking for you." His voice is hushed, and he doesn't give me a second to process the information that he's given me, let alone to answer him as he picks up the pen and walks away.
I turn around and stare at him, my lips parted in surprise. How did he know who I was? And how does he know about my brother?
"Who the fuck was that?" Master Zayn approaches, setting down the cup of Coke onto the table.
"I don't know." I answer truthfully as he takes his seat. "I didn't speak to him."
He scowls. "He dropped whatever that was on purpose."
"You could see him all the way from inside?" I asked, surprised.
"Of course."
"Oh." I turn back to my food, my appetite now completely gone. There was a tsunami of questions flooding the inside of my head.
Sebastian is in town?
What is he doing here?
How does that guy know?
I wish I could have asked him all these questions, but it was already risk enough to get Master Zayn to step away from the table.
"Abby!"
I snap out of my thoughts, and looked up at him. "Sorry, what?"
"I've been talking to you for like two minutes, and I asked you a question." He looked annoyed.
I quickly apologized. "Sorry, Sir."
He rolls his eyes. "Anyways, I was asking you a question. Did you want to go anywhere specific after this? Or do you want to head home?"
I knew that my chances were almost zero, but I knew I had to try. "Can we go downtown?"
"Again? We basically walked through it all when we went from the café to the Government building. Why do you want to go again?"
I closed my hand around my fingers as I lied. "I want to see it in the dark. You know, to see all the pretty lights? And the sun is about to set soon." It was true, at least the last part. The sun was all the way in the west, and the sky was turning orange. Soon enough, the sun would set, and it would be dark. It was such a short day, blame it on the winter.
His eyes narrowed, and I almost lost my composure - I was terrified of his reaction if he catches me lying. "Alright then. We'll go after you're finished eating and pay the bill."
I nod, relief washing over me. "Thank you. I'm finished with my food." The plate was only half cleared, but I was no longer in the mood for eating - excitement bubbled in my stomach.
"Eager to go, aren't we? Well, I still need to finish eating. Do you want to order dessert?" He asks, and I shake my head.
"No, thank you."
He nods silently, and goes back to eating his food. He continued to eat quietly, his eyes flicking back to me often. When I looked into the soft brown irses, I immediately saw something different behind them, something that I could not make out.
His silence allows me to go back to my own thoughts, trying to figure out exactly what had happened and what I had to do now.
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"Earth to Abigail!"
Fuck. "Sorry, Sir. What did you say?"
"Abby, are you okay? You keep zoning out. What's on your mind?" He asks as he stands up and motions for me to do the same. "Let's go, I just paid the bill."
"Um, what? No, I'm fine."
He looks skeptical, but doesn't question it. "Let's go. We'll drive the car downtown and go from there. Are your clothes dry?"
I answer him quickly, and he slips his hand in mine. "Mostly."
"Okay, that's fine. When we get to the car, you can change into dry ones, and get a jacket. The temperature is going to continue dropping."
"Okay." I say. My answers are short and simple, because my mind is elsewhere. I was nervous, and excited all at the same time.
He doesn't reply, putting his arm around me as we made our way back to the car.
I knew I shouldn't get my hopes up high, but I couldn't help myself.
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