Lawless [h.s.] AU

Chapter Three

October 2313:
Charlotte Reign:

"You want me to what?" I ask him.

"I want you to put this on, and get to cleaning. If things look alright when I get back from our meeting, you can have something to eat." He says in his most vicious tone yet. He hasn't been pleasant or indicated any form of kind bone in his body, but since he took me from Rex upstairs, this guy has only gotten more cruel by the moment. 

I try my hardest to keep in mind the things that Rex told me. While I can't trust a single person I've met, or will meet, there is something that tells me to believe the things that Rex was telling me. A gleam in his eyes that makes me want to trust him at least. 

"Ok." I say quietly, as to not upset him further. "Wher- where am I to change?" I asked him, taking the maid's outfit from his hands. This thing is straight out of a sex shop. 

"Right here." He said, easing himself back onto the couch, crossing his legs in front of him on the coffee table. 

"But I w-"

"No." He corrects me firmly. "You can change here, unless you need me to change you, I'm happy to lend you both of my hands."

Bile. Straight bile was rising in my throat at the insinuation in his comment. 

Do what he says and you will be safe. That's basically what Rex promised me. Just do what he says. It's like wearing a bathing suit at the beach, I tell myself. Do what Zayn says to do, and get through this. Get home to Abby. 

I begin to undress, placing the tacky outfit on the counter next to me in the meanwhile. 

"So Charlie, I hope you don't mind me calling you Charlie because we will be getting very close, tell me about that sweet sister of yours you love so much."

When I can't hide my enraged response at the mere mention of my sister, he raises a challenging eyebrow. 

"Don't you speak of her you-" I don't get to finish that sentence seeing as the boney back of his hand meets my cheek with a firm smack across my face. He back-handed me. The power of it forces my head to turn and I swear I can feel the moment I pull the muscle in my neck. 

"You, do not tell me what to do." He tells me, while I'm still frozen from the shock of his hit. 

He grabs my chin and forces my face back to look directly at him, nearly nose to nose if not for his being so much taller than me. He smells of alcohol and the bitter deep scent of burning wood. The mix is nauseating and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to make my repulsion visible. 

"Understood?" He asks me, of course this is a rhetorical question, but I manage a small nod for good measure.

When he releases my face the lingering feeling of his fingers along my chin haunts me and I wish for nothing more than the ability to wash not just my face, but my entire body. 

"Now, finished getting changed Reign." He blurts out while taking his place again on the couch. 

I do exactly as he says, adorning the cheaply made, particularly itchy maid costume. The feel of his eyes watching as I changed out of the jeans and ivory sweater I had on makes me sure that the moment I get free of him I will be sick. Uncontrollably. 

I approach him on the couch, presenting myself for approval when he stands to face me. 

"Good, except I want this." He stands and steps up closer to me, again face to face, when he reaches around my body. I feel his hand against the back of my neck then move upwards, and instantly feel a slight tug at my ponytail.