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by histears

by histears

Chapter 15

As they arrived, Zayn immediately sat on the Cheshire's lap, giving him a loving smile as he felt the heat from the other's hands burn his thighs. The entire situation made him want to cry but he continued to pretend to listen intently to the conversation between the two men. He often nodded, and let out fake laughs when the conversation included him as he rested his head on the Cheshire's shoulder.

He watched in disgust as the man made crude comments about him, telling the Cheshire that he had gotten himself a pretty one, and inquiring how Zayn was in bed. A scowl crossed Zayn's face but was soon replaced with a painful smile as he was gripped tightly by the Cheshire. He soon zoned out of the conversation as he eyed the steak knives on the table, thinking about how badly he wished he could drive it straight into the man's neck and run off.

When the food arrived, he was fed by the Cheshire who soon sent him off, with a burning pat on his bottom as he motioned for him to leave the room. He smiled, saying a polite goodbye to everyone before leaving the room quickly. He found himself back in the infirmary, staring down at Liam as he let out a heavy sigh. He gripped his wrist tightly as he brought his hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on it.

"You've got to wake up, and soon. I'm going to leave this place, fight the war on my own, I don't need Cheshire. Wake up, please, and come with me. Please." He whispered as he sniffled, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath before standing as he brushed Liam's hair off of his forehead. He left the room without a word as he made his way downstairs to the training room.

Once he was down there, he found someone training as they sliced at the dummy with such speed that the blade in their hand moved so quickly that he couldn't see it. Upon further inspection, he realized there was no blade, the man was slice though these dummies with his hands. Zayn watched in awe before clearing his throat as they finally turned their attention towards him.

"My lord, how can I help you?" They asked with a low bow as Zayn shook his head, motioning for them to stand up straight.

"None of that, I'm not your lord, I'm the Cheshire's plaything, now, how do you do that? Is it magic?" He asked curiously as he stepped closer to them as they nodded, looking at him closely.

"Yes, why?" They asked softly as Zayn smiled slightly, his mind racing a mile a minute. They were able to control what they did, and they were good at it. They could do more than simple parlor tricks, they could teach him.

"What's your name?" He asked softly as the man, smiled slightly, running his hand through his blonde hair, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

"N. It's what everyone calls me, how can I help you?" He asked as Zayn smiled, stepping towards him as he looked him up and down.

"I need you to help me, by training me."