Zayn's Maid

Chapter 8

I pulled her to her feet, holding her in my arms like a precious china doll.

"Why Zayn? Why?" she whispered.

"Perrie, don't. Please," I begged.

I'm not normally this soft, but she had this power over me that turned my head to mush, making me act like a pathetic romantic dude. I pulled her towards the car, fighting with her. She was strong, but I was stronger.

"No...I don't want to-"

"You don't have a choice," I said, wincing as if my own words affected me.

I sat her on the seat and shut the door, folding my arms behind my head as I walked to the drivers seat. Her wet hair fell over her face, covering the brown eyes that drew into her. I wanted to hold her, tell her how sorry in was for creating such a huge mess of things due to my uncontrollable lust. But that just wasn't me. I was a seriously horny twenty year old who was taking advantage of this fragile underaged girl.

"Don't cry...please?"

She looked up, her eyes pleading with me,

"Just...take me back to yours," she said quietly.

I smiled sadly and started the car up again, making it the rest of the way home without having an awkward conversation with her.

"You hate me don't you?" I asked, standing in a puddle we had created by the front door.

"I don't hate you," she whispered, "I'm afraid of you."

I gasped, feeling a stabbing pain in my heart as her lips said those words. I didn't want her to be afraid of me, I wanted her to make me feel good not guilty. My feelings took over me and I threw myself against her, my hands holding her arms up by her bony little wrists.

"Go on, do what you want with me."

I pressed my lips against hers, her mouth letting out a small whimper. Her emotions were running through me, her tears rubbing against my cheek. Her words replayed in my mind, making me wince.

"Promise you won't hurt me."

And that's exactly what I was doing.

I forced myself to push away from her, watching as she collapsed in floods of tears.

"I'm sorry..."

"That's what you bought me for isn't it? So why are you stopping?" she cried rubbing her bruised wrists.

"Because...I promised I wouldn't hurt you," I said, making my way up the stairs and pulling my wet shirt off.

Perrie's P.O.V

I watched as he revealed his perfectly toned body, my stomach twisting. My wrists ached from where he had squeezed them tight, deep cuts where his nails had been.

"Feel free to have a shower," he called from upstairs, making me shiver.

I picked myself up from the ground, slipping up the marble staircase and walking in the opposite direction he had went. My instincts told me which doors to open, hunting down the bathroom.

When I eventually found it, I fiddled with the complicated buttons until a high-pressure jet switched on above, the hot water pouring around me. I peeled my shirt and jeans off, sliding into the relaxing steam and letting the water surround me. My shoulders were shuddering from crying, I had been and emotional wreck since I got here. I sat in the large bath, the water falling on me like hot rain. It felt odd being naked in practically a strangers shower, feeling like a CCTV camera may be filming my every move for Zayn's pleasure. I cried out with frustration, unsure what to do with myself. The door creaked and his tanned face peered at me, looking like a naughty school boy being caught.