Killer (Ziall AU)

Chapter 4

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~Niall~

Another day gone, well at least I think it was. The man came down once again yesterday to give me something to eat, and at first I didn’t want it because he could have done anything to it but then my stomach spoke and the man let out a chuckle. It truly was a beautiful sound, whether he was a beautiful man or not I didn’t know. I was confused on what I was feeling, this man had taken me from my life- against my will- but he also treated me nicely. He treated me like I was something special to him; he was kind and gentle but I didn’t know what to think. But I haven’t seen- heard- him since yesterday… at least I think it was yesterday. I have no sense of time, considering I can’t see the only way to know whether it was night or day was by the light that filtered through the fibers in the blindfold I was wearing. I had fallen asleep not long after eating, and now I was awake and hadn’t heard any sign of life. I didn’t know what time it was, maybe it was early morning with the sun just barely up or maybe it was mid-afternoon with the sun high in the sky. All I knew was that there was light filtering through my blindfold.

I didn’t hear the footsteps, or the slam of the door probably too busy in my own thoughts to realize what was happening around me. But I did notice when warm hands were placed on my cheeks, hot breath fanning over my face. I shivered, his hot breath contrasting with my cool skin. I felt his piercing gaze on my face, examining my features. I tried to keep still, keep my burning arms from shaking and my lip from quivering. I was scared of this man, that I knew. What I didn’t know was what he would do to me, what he wanted from me, who he was. I knew close to nothing, and his behavior just confused me more. He was sweet, and that in itself was confusing. What kind of person takes you against your will while walking home from work at 2 in the morning and chains you to the ceiling, then acts sweet and caring and damn confusing? That guy! The guy who is breathing on my face, the guy who’s hands are resting gently on my cheeks, who’s thumbs are rubbing calming circles into my pale cheeks. My face cheeks, not the other cheeks… god even when I ramble in my head I find a way to make myself more awkward then necessary.

At the moment I had forgotten where I was, resulting in me pouting at myself for being so awkward. I was however snapped back to reality when a thumb ran over the pouting lip, and I stopped pouting immediately. What sounded like a whine left the man’s throat, resulting in even more confusion for me.

“Do that again. Pout.” He commanded, voice airy but commanding. I followed his commands pouting again in confusion. What the hell? This guy was seriously confusing.

“I bet your eyes are beautiful. Do you have beautiful eyes? You can speak.” He muttered; thumb moving from my lip to resume resting on my cheek with the rest of his hand. His voice held authority, but at the same time there was a bit of childish curiosity in his voice as well. I didn’t know if it was a trap, but he did tell me to talk. And what if I didn’t then he got violent? I was completely defenseless.

“Uh, um I- I don’t know.” I squeaked nervously, my voice cracking from not using it in a couple of days and from the lack of water I had been given. He hummed, hands travelling up my face and behind my head, messing with the knot of the blindfold. Then the constricting material was gone, pooling around my neck while the light blinded me. I squinted, blinking my eyes rapidly to try and get used to the blinding light.

When my eyes finally adjusted I couldn’t help but stare. My mouth dropped open at the sight. The man was beautiful, godly, model like- and whatever else resembled that nature. His raven black hair was swooped up, not a single hair out of place. Eyes a warm brown, like a pool of chocolate. He watched me with amusement, and I slowly closed my mouth blinking again.

“I was right you have beautiful eyes.” He muttered thoughtfully before kissing my cheek and leaving again.

I was right too, you are beautiful.

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So there ya go. Not very long, or very good but it will get better. And maybe, just maybe I’ll have Zayn’s POV next.

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