Malik - Z.M (Book 1, Malik Series)

25.

25.

I think we had driven for more than two hours now and my curiosity kept building more and more.

Every twenty minutes, Zayn kept getting phone calls, so the whole silent treatment I was trying to do, wasn't at all working.

We had been in the car long enough for me to forget about what had happen, but I know it won't last long.

"The place we're going to is my slave house. You need to be on your best behaviour, pet." Zayn says.

I frown at him, but don't bother replying about that subject.

"Why is it so far away?" I question morbidly.

"Because it's a slave house." Zayn replies. "And it's not that far from London."

I frown and look out the window.

Why did we go to Bradford then?

"Where is it?" I question as houses start to come to view. "Or where are we?"

"Leatherhead." Zayn finally says.

The one thing that didn't surprise me, was that his slave house was on one of the most expensive roads you could get a house on, in Yorkshire.

Leys road.

Most of the houses were gated and pretty much mansions.

What did surprise me though, is that Zayns slave house was right in the middle of the houses. I mean for a slave house, you'd think it's be in the middle of nowhere.

Strange.

It was huge. That's one way of describing the mansion.

I look out the window to try and look up at the brick building, but it's far too tall to see the whole thing.

He drives into the garage that leads straight to the underground and I widen my gaze as I see the many different cars that Zayn owns.

Even the Audi I drove once is here too.

He parks in the spot that is empty and I take a breath as Zayn gets out of the car.

"Welcome to the downstate, pet." Zayn murmurs as he opens the door. "Well, one of them." He shrugs.

I step out of the low car and I gaze around the cold garage.

There's no exits.

Damn, which kind of leaves me unsettled when I follow him into the house.

I was expecting a very old fashioned typical London mansion.

I wasn't expecting this place to look as modern as it does. It looks nothing like a slave house.

"This is just the underground section of the house. This hallway goes further around the North." Zayn explains as he cuts me off to turn into a different corridor.

"Nothing much to see. You won't be here for long anyway." Zayn murmurs.

I frown. "When is this auction?"

"Two weeks." Zayn says.

I widen my gaze at him. Two weeks?

Two weeks until I'm sold to Hafid, well that's if Hafid even places a bid.

"What if a different slave owner buys me?!"

Zayn sighs. "Then I find another slave."

I gape at him.

Again with the snipes he's given me today. Does he enjoy hurting me or something?

Well duh. He's a sadistic monster.