Death Brings Us Closer

Chapter 8

Word count: 1028

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Niall's p.o.v

I whimpered as Zayn delivered the last blow to my arse.

"I hope your lesson. Maybe next time you won't disobey me" Zayn growled at me, but I refused to acknowledge him. I closed my eyes tightly as tears rolled down my cheeks. Everything hurt. I couldn't feel anything from the waist down.

"Answer me!" He snarled gripping my hair in his hands, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"Y-Yes sir" I sobbed loudly.

"From now on you will only speak when spoken to. You will submit to me completely and if you fail to follow my orders you will be punished. Am I clear" Zayn explained.

"Yes" I whispered.

"Good now get out of my sight" He sneered untying the ropes that were tightly around my wrists and ankles. I stood up on wobbly legs and pulled on a pair of boxers. I limped slowly towards the door before I heard Zayn call me.

"Aren't you forgetting something" he said holding his hand up showing me he had my collar in his hand.

"Zayn it hurts, c-can you come give it to me" I stuttered, biting my lip to try and stop me from crying out.

"Sorry baby, I don't follow orders from trash like you. Come get your collar and get out of my sight" Zayn growled.

I limped over to Zayn and grabbed my collar. Zayn pulled me closer so that I was pressed up against his muscular body.

"If you tell anybody about this I swear to god you will wish you were never born" He spat hands squeezing my bum tightly. I yelped in pain, tears filling my eyes. I pushed myself away from him and limped out the door trying to find Louis.

"Louis!" I screamed loudly and not long after Louis ran out of his room and he let out a whimper, probably because I looked hideous. No wonder Zayn punished me, not because he's mad but because I'm not pretty enough.

I'll never be pretty enough.

"N-Niall what happened?" Louis cried, tears filling his eyes as he hugged me tighter.

"Please it hurts so bad" I sobbed the pain almost becoming too much. I have done a lot worse to Zayn then yelling at him in public, Hell I even slapped Zayn in front of his family and cursed at him and I only got a spanking and wasn't aloud to cum for 2 weeks.

It's not only what he did to my body, b-but what he said. The horrible things he called me. It made me feel worthless, like I wanted to die. Maybe I should. If I couldn't even please my Dom and be a good sub, then what's the point of living. I should have known Zayn never loved me, that I was only used to be someone's toy, treated like nothing. I didn't even have access to my hands, he tied them tightly about my head so I couldn't stop him if things got unbearable.

"Popcorn! Popcorn! Popcorn!" I screamed, using my safe word as Zayn delivered hard blows to my bum.

"Shut up slut" Zayn snarled before he slapped my bum harder with the plastic cane. I could feel the long thin plastic rod leave bloodly welts that dripped down my skin. That's when I started to panic. He wasn't stopping!

"Zayn popcorn! Popcorn! Stop it, it hurts so much" I screeched wiggling my bum to try and somehow get out of the confines.

"Nope. You're deserve every slap and I'm not stopping until you're nothing but a bloodly mess on the floor" Zayn laughed as he whacked me with the cane once more.

Tears filled my eyes at the memory and Louis looked horrified as he stared at my body. I was nothing, but a waste of space, something people used when they were bored hoping to have a little fun making me feel worthless. I remember a time when me and Zayn were happy. A time when I missed being away from him for a long period of time. When I craved to be in his arms.

But now that was just a faint memory. A simpler time when I was happy, loud, and bubbly.

Now I'm just broken.

Louis's p.o.v

I stared in horror at the sight of Niall's bloody body. There were whip marks going down his legs and covered his back. His bum was covered in blood and was barely recognizable. How could somebody do this to their sub? Zayn doesn't have the right to do this to someone who he's supposed to care for and protect.

I picked Niall up and carried his small body into the bathroom were I could hopefully clean his wounds. I hugged Niall as he started to cry and cradled him in my arms.

"Its okay Ni I'm here to protect you" I cooed running my hands through his hair, hoping he would calm down.

"I-I'm so s-s-scared-d" He cried and I didn't know what to say. Hell I was even scared for Niall because after what happened I don't think I ever want to look at Zayn again.

"C'mon babe let's get you cleaned up. I have an idea but we're going to have to go somewhere more private because the last thing we need is for Zayn or Harry hearing us.

Niall nodded and I took off his boxers and grabbed some alcohol and some bandages. I wiped all the blood off and cleaned the open wounds with the alcohol. Once that was done I wrapped the bandages around all the cuts.

"Let's go Niall, time for bed we have school tomorrow" I said as I picked his body up and placed him on the bed. I climbed in next to Niall and hugged him close as he passed out, poor thing must be so tired.

Hopefully my plan will work and we'll be free. But if it doesn't then we both die.

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