TAINTED | Zayn Malik

Chapter 32|Intrepid

It took everything in me not to listen to the screams in body to shout for help, the second I even thought about doing that it would be a wrap for me. There was no getting out of this one, I had to stand here and face my fears. Overtime I would have easily given in, crying at the fact I was having a gun waved at me. Yet, I have been shot before and with the scar now properly healing on my arm, I could show it. This whole thing caught me off guard but I guess that was expected when you had someone after you. Those people taunting, playing with you as if they were your pray. However as much as this stilled man looked at me, I could tell this was something bigger. This was making it unbelievably hard to actually comprehend what was going on. As much fear I had through my body, I knew it was better to act like nothing phased me. In reality there was so much to be scared of, however if I showed this man what he wanted to see it would make him easier to take me out.

"What do you want?" I swallowed back, feeling every hallow thumping in my chest.

He just chuckled while pointing the gun at me, as if he was mocking my attitude. 'Oh, you are so funny.' I dramatically thought, while looking at the head of the gun across from me. My fear dropping as I focused on the actual body, my eyes weighing on the design. My knowledge not all that amazing, but the way it was built seemed quite different than ones I have seen in the past few months. The structure among the base seemed foreign, as if it was personally made. But something like this can't have been just thrown together, it would take a large amount of time and patience. Built up good enough just to take it's victim life, slowly just to torture them. And somehow this made me realize he wouldn't bring any special personal-made gun and not take a life. This is meant for me...

His large grin didn't take me by surprise when it widen at my tears, everything within me wanted to shout out help to Zayn. Part of me regretted leaving the shower early, just because I couldn't stand the thought of being far too close. Too ashamed of my pride for liking the pleasure he gave to my body, wanting more. I took our night a bit too literal, and I was in the placement because I was such a coward at facing him.

"You're a really smart girl, you know that?" His voice raspy, eyes dark and hungry for blood while walking towards me.

He stopped in front of me, looking at my face with his bottom lip jutted out. This was a face of a man who seemed a bit too tasteless for banter with his victims, but with me I guess this was something he wouldn't mind doing. Testing me and seeing if I was the person who would make this enjoyable for him, when he knew this was one of my fears.

"Relax, beautiful." His eyes traveled down to myself, dragging the gun down my neck between the valley of my exposed breasts. "I'm not going to hurt you, if you do as I say. Yes?"

I quickly nodded, keeping my head aligned up right while staring him in the eyes. The green eyes looking heavy, this man probably spent days awaiting for the right moment to come at me. I just knew this was something for him, the gun pressed to my tight aching chest proves it. He hummed slowly, the lower half of his large body rumbling as he placed the cool tone of the gun against my now, I expected, overly warmed body.