Simple Pleasures [Zouis/Zarry; Zourry] *Hybrid* //On Hold//

Chapter 2

"What are you doing on my bed!" A growling booming voice made Zayn sit up with a shout, but regretting it soon after he felt his throat go through a burning sensation for lack of water and of course the abuse. Coughing slightly, his honey eyes opened to see his client with a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets covering his lanky figure with wet, damp hair. "I-I'm s-so-"

"Shut up! Animals like you are not allowed anywhere but the floor! Scat!" He scolded using one hand to grab onto the towel and using the other to slap Zayn across his scarred cheek, hard. He watched with hatred swirling in his eyes, yet amusement as Zayn fell off the bed with a loud thud. Ears flattening and tail wrapped tightly around his waist  "B-but," He could feel the stinging pain grow on his cheek, get worse and worse as it redden. 

"But nothing! I'm going to tell them you have failed your task here, your worthless piece of shit." Each word stung Zayn, but his eyes popped out of their sockets and his ears stood up straight up in fear. Last time this happened Zayn got whipped, and his back was still scarred with light white lines to prove it. 

"P-please don't! I-I'm sorry! P-Please!" He pleaded clambering to the mans feet, hoping his cold heart would have some type of sympathy, but that chance was very low. Who would care for a worthless hybrid? A freak of nature. 

The man looked down at his feet and scowled. "You disgust me. Get off my feet, I don't want your filth on me!" He kicked Zayn in the stomach and stepped on his tail with his heel making a sob mixed with a yelp fall through Zayn's chapped lips.

"S-stop. Please." He said, barley above a whisper. He struggled to stand up trying to be strong and fight back the tears of pain that were welling up in his eyes.

"Oh the little kitty wants to be tough now, huh? Nope." Another blow in the stomach but this time Zayn coughed up a little bit of blood. "Stop it! I'll... I'll-" Zayn coughed and with one trembling hand he pushed himself up. His legs were wobbly and he struggled to stay up using the nightstand as support.

He clutched his stomach, trying to numb out the pain but the pain was getting more overwhelming by each passing second. "Or you'll what? Get your claws and scratch my eyes out?" He mocked and snickered at his efforts to be strong.

"N-No." Zayn bit his quivering bottom lip as he clutched the edge of the wooden night stand hard and faced him with am icy glare. His back hunched, since it stung every time he tried to stand up properly and his muscles ached. "I'll make sure to ban you." Zayn's voice sounded hoarse and began to cough again, knee almost giving out touching the floor but then regaining balance.

His blurred eyes watched as the sudden anxiousness became evident in the man's eyes clutching his hands into a fist then releasing only to do it again. He was unsure if the hybrids words were true.

"Y-you wouldn't." Zayn only smirked at how sudden the man became weak and desperate. It was a little taste of revenge to him. In reality he couldn't ban anyone, but he could try threaten it. "Please, this is all I have since my wife left me with the kids." 

"You deserve it, " Zayn said sitting down on the bed before his knees would give out. "But.." He said calmly rubbing his throat and scratching his slight stubble beginning to peak out and watch the desperate man's eyes build up with hope.