Astray

Chapter 6~

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I would like to think that the dark brown eyes smoldering with lust were not looking straight at me.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

Zayn Malik has been in charge of the Independents for years, ever since America split into two. Every action Zayn Malik made was filled with power and intimidation. He could twist the murder accusations around, and transform himself into the victim of a corrupted world, who only sought peace and tranquility.

Control does certain things to people. For some, it gives them confidence and security, and drives them to make the world a place where love is of utter importance, not wealth or power. Because, in their eyes, to be lucky enough to be able to find people who love them should give you confidence and security, not ruling over the human race out of superiority.

Then there are the people who's heart has been destroyed by their greed and power, so it is almost impossible for the feeling of love to matter more than ruining lives. The feeling of love, to these people, is laughable. Amusing. Why love when there are women all over the nation dying to give themselves to you, and sleep in your bed of power and greed, only to be kicked back onto the streets? Why love someone, and risk your heart getting broken, when you have money and power?

I would like to say that the man staring at me was staring at me because he was curious about who I was, and deep down, he wanted to get to know me.

I would like to say that he wasn't a cruel, heartless monster, who used his hostages only as toys that he could treasure for a day, then shatter the next, not bothering to pick up the pieces.

None of those things are true.

This man is a murderer. He is the reason I lost my family at the age of 10, and I had to learn how to live with no money, no family, and most importantly, nobody who truly cared about me.

And now, I am another girl in the palm of his hand. Another girl he can torment and torture just for his own entertainment. A girl he has unknowingly already taken so much from. My purity would just be another robbery.

He was a sick and twisted man. And I hated him. I hated him, yet I hadn't even talked to him. I hated how he could have the ability for women who don't even know what a monster he truly is, falling to their knees, begging for his attention. I hated how I was powerless, and I couldn't run away or escape this time. You would think being a runaway for eight years would earn you the ability to escape even the most terrible situations. But this time, It just wasn't possible.

I blinked. I was standing there with a vacant look on my face, in a room filled with people I would never have imagined I'd have to encounter. I clenched my jaw, and avoided the gaze of Zayn. I rushed to the farthest seat away from those lustful eyes, and hastily sat next to a girl not much older than I.

She had beautiful, strawberry blonde hair that cascaded down her back, pale skin that glowed, bright green celery colored eyes, and rosy cheeks. She smiled at me knowingly, as if she knew exactly what I feared most.

"Well aren't you lucky? Zayn never looks at us like that." She spoke, smiling at me.

"Trust me, I would give anything for him to think I was the ugliest girl alive." I replied shortly, surprised at this girl's conclusion that I actually wanted to sleep with someone who murdered my parents.

"I'm KIDDING. Zayn is great in bed and all, but he doesn't give us much of a choice. I hate it here." The girl replied bitterly, her eyes narrowed. "I'm Ava, by the way." She added.

"Liza." I replied, nodding at her.

"Liza... What a pretty name! I'm sorry you were captured. Most people here believe that doing the dirty with the most powerful man of the century is an honor, but I would rather do that with someone who actually loves me. Not some sick, dirty man who's bored with his fame." Ava said, her voice soft and compassionate.

I automatically liked her. She was extremely sweet and friendly, but she also told the truth. Ava wasn't one of the hopeless girls entranced by Zayn, forgetting their virtues and respect for themselves just to sleep with a monster.

My taste buds were overwhelmed by the delicious tastes of roasted chicken, mash potatoes, green beans, and for dessert, peach cobbler. My stomach has yearned for a meal other than canned soup and nonperishable food items. Ironically, I was getting that where I was Imprisoned.

Ava talked to me the entire duration of the meal, for which I was grateful. I just had to nod my head, or say "Yeah, totally." or "I agree." All of the other hostages looked at me with disgust an jealousy, as if I was a threat to their chance of sex time with Zayn. One girl with blonde hair and extremely tan skin even "accidentally" spilled water all over me.

Anytime I looked in the direction of the man I hated most, he was staring at me, with a giant smirk on his face. I felt disgusted. I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve to live like a China doll who would be played with, then broken.

"Liza, I would get out of this room quickly. Zayn's ability to control his desires are lacking, and judging by the way he's stared at you all dinner, well, let's just say he wants to have one on one time with you." Ava informed me grimly. "Good luck with your evaluation. I know you'll be fine. If you ever need me, I'm down the hall." Ava added sweetly, hugging me to tight.

"Thanks, Ava. You're making this whole hostage thing a lot better than what I expected." I beamed at my new friend.

After another exchange of hugs, we departed. Leaving me alone in the place that always possessed my every move with fear.

I wandered down the halls, searching for my room. I heard footsteps walking down the hall. I prayed it wasn't Zayn. My mind was already consumed with enough worries and terrible thoughts.

Emerald green eyes met mine.

I grinned.