(Combat boots at the side)
“Awesome” I mumbled. I looked like a badass ninja chic. “These combat boots should help” I smirked. I put one foot on the vine, and another, and another and-WHOOPS. I slipped. “Damn” I said rubbing my head. I stumbled trying to get up from the floor. I spotted my necklace. I grabbed it and slid it on my pocket, and stood up, and looked around. Alright nobod-shit. Harry. “Alright first we’re gonna get you back inside and clean you up, and change you out of…whatever that is.” He said gesturing to my outfit. “Then you are going to be explained the rules, because I THOUGHT you might of understand by now that attempting running away and escaping is something that will not happen.” He said walking away. “Come” he said waving to me. I just stood there in anger and rage boiling inside of me. “Come” he said again a little more firm. I still just stood there the rage boiling up. “That’s it” he said walking towards me. “NO!” I screamed, feeling a sudden burst of power ball up out into my spine leading it way to my mouth releasing those words. “You need to be taught a lesson.” He said throwing me over his soldier. I hit and kicked not mention screaming. I was surprised he wasn’t deaf by now.
I was roughly throw into the room. “Zayn!” he yelled. A scrambled to the corner of the room. I saw a tall man with black hair, and a blonde streak, and brown eyes, appear behind the devil. “I want you to teach her, teach her obey me, and tell her the rules while you’re at it.” He said harshly then walking away closing the door behind him. I whimpered a bit wondering what he was gonna do. “Don’t worry I’m not gonna hurt you.” He whispered. “W-w-what?” I stammered. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He said again. “W-why?” I said still tripping over my words. Damn it. “I don’t touch girls, that’s cruel, but don’t tell Harry.” He whispered. “Ok” I said sighing in relief. “Alright I’m just gonna introduce myself, and explain some things. My name’s Zayn, Zayn Malik, and I’m one of the 4 kings. There’s Harry, Niall, Liam, then me. Harry has a temper, so I suggest you obey his every rule, and command. I know it’s not you know…right, but if you wanna not DIE then do what he says. Harry’s rules are: Obey his every command no matter the circumstances. No running away. And no loving anyone, nobody, except him.” He said whispering still. “B-b-but that’s not f-fair.” I said furrowing my eyebrows letting a tear out. “I know I know” he said hugging me and wiping my tear away from my cheek. “Harry’s coming! Start crying!” he said rushing to my side holding a belt. He stormed in eyeing me. “Good Job Zayn” he said patting his back. “She’s a feisty one” he said chuckling, his eyes showing me his real words. “Alrgiht return to your wing in the castle if you like.” He said gesturing to the door. “Alright see you later, Nadia.” He said evilly, but his eyes really saying “Bye love”. I watched Harry trot around the room happily. “Jerk.” I mumbled. “WHAT?!” he said turning rapidly in my direction. “N-n-nothing.” Damn it that wasn’t what I wanted to say. “Did Zayn not teach you well enough?” he said about to pick up the belt. “N-n-no I’m s-sorry!” I said almost sceaming. “Alright I’ll spare you this time.” He said with a disgusted look. “Your still wearing that stinking’ outfit.” He said. Rude.
