Three of Them (Zourry)

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Zayn's pov

Louis went back into the room right after I forced Harry to get his boxers back in my mouth.

And to my sorrow, he was carrying a whip. A legit whip. I had no idea how he found one. The whip wasn't the kind that you'd see in porn. No, it was a legit whip, like actually for beating animals, like a bull whip. It was all strong looking leather, with a beautifully carved handle. He walked closer to me.

"Did you do anything while I'm gone?" He asked as he set the whip on the bed by my feet. Oh god, I didn't know what to do. What should I say? Instead of nodding or shaking my head, I just let my gaze down, I didn't know why. I knew I had to be honest with him when he was like that, but I couldn't find the guts to nod my head.

So instead, he turned his head to the pantless Harry who was sitting on the sofa.

"Did you do anything?" He asked, directed to Harry. Harry's face went pale, his body seemed to be slightly shaking. I sighed. I hated seeing Harry like that. So I took the risk and pulled out the boxers out of my mouth.

"Sorry sir, I did something. I pulled out the underwear from my mouth and talk to him." I said, motioning to Harry. And yeah, I was covering for Harry. Louis didn't turn to me though. He walked to Harry. He raised his hand and lifted up Harry's chin.

"Is that true?" His eyes was staring right into Harry's. Making sure he couldn't lie. Shit. But Harry understood that he had to lie. He nodded stiffly. Louis examined him for a few seconds until he decided to stop. He came back to me.

"You're lying, aren't you?" Louis said with a flat tone. His eyes were getting darker. Shit, I believed he was disappointed in me, that couldn't be good for my body, which he was about to whip. I couldn't find the words. He took the bull whip from next to my feet.

"Yes, sir." I finally replied. I looked down. I just didn't want Harry to get involved in this. I was one thing, I knew very well that this wasn't Louis at all. But I wasn't sure if Harry understood that. I didn't want him to think of Louis as this fucked up abusive man. Louis was nice and caring. Nothing like this man that was standing before me.

"Were you trying to protect him?" He pointed the whip at Harry. I sighed.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." I answered. He then swung the whip to the floor, generating a very loud painful noise. And imagine that being my skin, oh my poor body.

"Stand up." He told me. Uh, did he forget about my broken knee.

"But my-"

"Your knee's a lot better, I know that, I'm your doctor." Oh, well. So I tried to stand up. I hopped off the bed. One feet at a time. And yeah, I kinda could stand. A little wobbly, but I stood up.

"Put your hands on that wall over there." He commanded. The wall he pointed to was so close to Harry. So it'd be like we were putting on a show for the curly haired boy.

I tried to walk, I really did. I didn't want to make Louis angry. But my legs were just not strong enough yet. So I almost fell. Except, Louis arms were there to catch me.

"Useless piece of crap, you can't even walk." He muttered as he catch me. I was so happy when he catch me. Meant that he cared even when he was like this. Even when he was about to whip me until I bleed out.

"I'm sorry for being a useless piece of crap, sir." And I knew that he didn't actually mean it. But it was kinda true. All these years, I was just holding him back. Back when we were in high school, I was the one he skipped classes with. I knew he did it for me. I was sorry that he had to miss all those knowledge because I dragged him away to smoke, or even to fuck.