Escaper - Zayn Malik Fanfiction - Completed.

Chapter 8

~Lydia's P.O.V~

"For the millionth fucking time, put the damn shirt on!" Marcus roared. He was growing angry and impatient. He had told me to wear the shirt that we bought earlier against my will.

He was being controlled by the hormones of his or something. I knew that when guys get attracted or want something in a sexual way, they just get it, because they can't be stopped. And I knew that he wanted to see my body exposed to him, and I didn't like it at all.

"Marcus, please, I don't want to!" I pleaded. He groaned and stood up from the couch then walked towards me in a threatening way that made my legs shake. I was terrified.

"And I didn't fucking ask you, I ordered you! Why don't you just do what you're told and spare yourself the torture?!" He became a few feet away from me. I let out a sob uncontrollably. I didn't want this!

"It's too small and revealing, I'm not used to wearing this type if clothes in front of strangers." I admitted, my voice getting higher and cracking at the end of the sentence.

"That's exactly why I bought it. As I said the other day, it wasn't the end, and I wasn't done. You used the excuse of having a boyfriend, but I don't fucking care, because I'm going to prove my point, and soon, you'll end everything between you two." He held onto the hem of my shirt, lifting it a bit higher so that my belly was showing.

His hand rested on my stomach, and his fingers were drawing patterns on it. I shivered under his touch and shook my head.

"Please, don't..." I whispered.

"Don't what? Don't stop?" He asked. He pulled the shirt higher, and with fast movements, he managed to rip it off, exposing me in only my bra. I gasped, and quickly placed my hands in front of my chest trying to hide myself. I looked down, not having the courage to look at him. I was facing his feet. I felt embarrassed and mortified.

"No, please... Don't do it. I'm begging you, please!" I muttered, still looking everywhere but him.

"Oh, you think I'm going to rape you, huh?" He asked, even though he knew that this was exactly what I was talking about. "Well, I'd do it." My eyes widened in fear. "But you're lucky that's not what I want." I felt relief popping up in my body, but anxiety and worry still controlled the bigger part of me. That feeling of relief soon vanished once he spoke up next.

"Disobeying leads to punishment. And that's exactly what you're getting, sweetheart."

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The first options that crossed my mind when I thought of punishments were whether he wouldn't let me eat for 48 hours, or lock me up in my room again. Hell, I even expected him to use the sexual ways so he can terrify me.

But he didn't do any of the above.

I was sitting on a wooden chair, still shirtless, my arms were tied up behind me, my mouth and eyes covered with cloths, and my chest was rising and falling quite heavily.

Thinking of it rationally, he didn't tie me up the first day he broke in here, so why now?

"As acknowledged, tying a victim up will increase the rush of adrenaline and fear in their bodies." He explained. I could feel him wandering around me, as I was sitting still, fiddling with my tied hands' fingers.

I felt him close to me. He didn't speak or touch me, but I felt him near me. To confirm my suspicions, his hand came in contact with my face, softly passing his fingers all over my cheek, making me wince while nervousness took over me.

He pulled back and resumed his explanation. "I have already warned you, from the very first day, about disobeying, and I mentioned the presence of consequences." He said, his voice was low and I knew that he was walking as he spoke.

Suddenly, I felt the chair being lifted a bit from the front, and my feet missing the floor. I gasped and clenched my fists as I felt like I was going to fall back, but when I didn't, I realized that Marcus was holding the chair.

"Now it's time. I will go easy since it's your first mistake, and I know exactly what I want." I could feel the smirk on his face.

"Please." I entreated once I found my voice and some courage to speak, "I won't do that again. I will obey and do what you ask for and won't argue. Please, I'm sorry!"

He stayed quiet for a moment and I wondered what he was thinking of. Was he going to let me go this time? Or was he going to ignore me and double the punishment?

"Sorry?! You're fucking sorry?! What do I do with 'sorry'?! I hate this fucking word! You already did something wrong, if you're going to apologize, then don't fucking do it from the beginning!" He snapped.

I felt the trembling and shaking in my hands, feet, ans lips. Although my eyes were covered, I could feel them watering.

"Now now, I got one hell of a punishment for you. You'll like it."

I instantly knew that I wouldn't.

"You're going to the company tomorrow, aren't you?" He asked rhetorically.

"You're gonna leave this house with 10$ and come back with 100$ more." I thought about what he was saying, and then it dawned on me.

"What? No... Please, anything bit stealing!"

"What did you say?" He asked to make me correct my sentence. I didn't reply, so he continued. "Good. Now, I'll make it easier for you. You won't be stealing from the company itself." He paused. "But from your own boss."

And that's when I started crying. It wasn't small drops of tears. They were falling fast and uncontrollably.

"I think you liked the punishment. Right?" I nodded through the tears, because I knew that was what he wanted as an answer to that question. I felt the cloth on my eyes getting wet.

I felt his fingers on my hands. He was untying me. "Are you gonna make another mistake?" He whispered against my ear making me shiver. I shook my head slowly, as I sniffed. "Well, I hope you do, because I enjoyed what I just did and said."

Once my hands were free, I took off the cloths on my eyes and mouth. I looked over at him as he walked away, heading to the kitchen.

"Oh." He stopped in his tracks and turned to face me. "And you're still gonna wear the fucking shirt. I hate wasting money." Then he was out of sight.

-A.N-

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