Sold ~ A Ziall Horlik short story

Chapter 4 ~ Day one, the first night.

Chapter 4 ~ Day one, the first night.

~Niall's POV~

That day I go to bed early. 

Zayn had said that I first deserve a good night rest before I start to search for clues. I wonder what he's hiding. What secret I have to find out. 

I'm not sure where I have to search, but that's a worry for tomorrow. 

I snuggle deeper into the warm duvet. The mattress is so soft. Maybe for one night I will have a good sleep. I'm hoping for no nightmares today.

To be honest, I quite like Zayn as my master. He's nothing like the horrible persons the other slaves at the auction hall had told me about. Zayn treats me right. He gave me as much food as I needed. He gave me access to his bathroom and allowed me to take a bad. The first one I've ever had in my life. And now I get this nice bedroom with a beautiful sight on the garden and an even nicer bed? I must be the luckiest slave on Earth.

Zayn told me that all I have to do is remember that one thing.  I don't have to work or anything and when I need anything, I just have to ask. 

I wonder why he's so nice and polite to me. I caught him staring at me a few tims today and every time I looked up, he turned his head away quickly and acted like nothing happened. 

Maybe it has to do with what I have to remember. Maybe he's just some fake bastard who wants to hurt me later, after I embarrassed myself. 

A loud sigh slips past my lips. I guess I just have to wait and see how this works out. 

I close my eyes and soon after I fall asleep.

~*~

"No, let her go!" I yell, running over to the man who's beating and whipping a girl. I don't know her, but I have the feeling I have to protect her.

The girl's eyes are closed and she's barely breathing. I look up in rage at the man. "Let her go!" I shout again. "She doesn't deserve this." 

The man looks up at me angry. "She did. She didn't obey me. She forgot to do wash my clothes. And besides, why are you, a slave, talking at me and telling me what to do?" 

I honestly have no idea, but it's like I can't control my body anymore. "She's my friend! You have no fucking right to punish her for that." I yell.

The man is now shaking in anger, but I don't seem to be scared. I will not bend for him anymore. I'm prepared for anything.

Well, anything except for the thing he does next. The man drops the whip and bends down to pick up the girl, but he only takes her head in between his hands. Then, in one swift movement, he snaps her neck, the sickening crack filling my ears and echos in my head.

I watch as the girl breaths out her last breath and on that moment, something snaps in me. 

I launch myself at the man and punch him straight in the face. At first he is shocked and stumbles back a bit, but I'm not strong enough to knock him out at once. The lack of food is the cause of that.

"You will die." The man hisses and storms forwards at me. I don't have any time to protect myself or even blink before the first punch lands on my left cheekbone.

And it doesn't stop there. From that moment, all I feel is pain. The man doesn't stop hurting me and I can feel blood dripping from my face. In a weak attempt to protect myself, I roll myself up in a ball and wrap my arms around my neck. 

I'm screaming and pleading for him to stop, while the tears stream down my face. Of course it's a waste of time. I now gave him a perfect access to my bare back. 

I don't know he's picking up the whip he dropped a while ago. I only know that when I feel it hit my back with a stinging pain. I scream out loudly every time it makes impact. My whole back is bleeding, but that doesn't stop the man from hitting me again. This time he hits me in the face. 

The horrible pain in my left cheek is the last thing I feel before I faint.

~*~

I wake up all sweaty and panting hard. I hadn't escaped the nightmare. It was still there, all the same, only this time, it had been so much more detailed. 

All other nights I only had seen blurred scenes and I had felt the pain, but that's it. 

Now, I know what had actually happened. The man was my previous owner and the girl had been my best friend back then. Her name was Sara and she had been only thirteen and forgot to do her job for that day. He had killed her.

And then I realize. I have finally remembered something about my past. It's not much, but it is something.

My head snaps up when I see the door to my room open and a worried looking Zayn walks in.

"Niall, are you okay?" He says when he sits down next to me on the bed and wraps his arms around me. "I heard you scream."

I'm still a bit shaking from the nightmare, but I nod though. "Just a nightmare." I say weakly . I don't protest against Zayn's arms around me. It feels good and comforting, just what I need now.

"Hey, it's okay." Zayn says and pulls me on his lap. Immediately I bury my head in his neck and breath in his scent. He smells good. It's a nice and welcoming scent. 

I feel Zayn has started to run his hand through my hair and I sigh in content. 

"Go back to sleep now." He whispers in my ear and a shiver runs down my spine. I let my eyes drop close after he laid down on the bed with me still in his arms. 

Softly Zayn starts singing a song. I almost can't hear it, but I still do. 

A small smile crawls on my face as I relax and doze off again.

The nightmares left me alone for the rest of the night.

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