Previously-
She looks mad.
"You can't be doing that. Come on. It's time to meet Mr. Malik for dinner. I'll have someone come in and clean this up later." She says.
She grabs my arm and pulls me out of the bathroom and to the door that leads to the hallway. I finally get to leave this room!
Chapter 7
Zayn's POV
When I get out of my meeting around 5:30 I am informed that Rebecca has woken up. I expected this to happen as it has happened with multiple other girls before Rebecca's time. She should be getting ready around now. If not, she should be finished getting ready. I walk to the West side of the mansion where my private quarters are located. At least on the second floor. Mainly everyone has free roam of the mansion except the second floor of the west wing. I take the stairs this time. I need a little more exercise. I walk a few steps that leads straight into my room. I push open the door to reveal a place I am so familiar yet so very distant with.
My room isn't what you would expect after seeing the rest of the mansion. My walls aren't white and clean. They are definitely not on the same color either. All over my walls is spray paint. It shows what I have been through and all of my feelings. That's why this floor is strictly off limits. Even to the maids. I have spray painted things like my initials to things like a real heart, breaking. There are also tons of super heroes. None of that DC or Marvel crap either. Both are equally welcome on my walls. My walls are a mess, but they are my greatest work.
In the middle of my room on the wall to the left of my door, is my bed. I leave it a mess because I don't see the point of making it if I'm just going to make it messy the same day anyway. My bed is like those of my slaves. The major difference is mine is made of black wood, instead, of metal and way less cheap.
My carpet is an off-white color and covered in my clothes at the moment. I have 3 doors in my room other than the door to the hallway. The door directly across from the one leading to the hallway leads outside to a balcony. The 2 doors to the right when you first walk in lead to a few different things. The one closest to me leads to the bathroom and my mini kitchen. In my bathroom I have a color scheme of dark blue and black. My walls are a matte black with dark blue hexagon shaped tiles. When I walk in there's my shower in the back-right corner, with the water coming out like rain. I have a Jacuzzi in the adjacent corner. The toilet is in the right corner closest to the door in its own little cubby. The rest of the walls are covered in cabinets and 2 sinks on the left side. Next to the sinks is a door leading to my closet. My closet is set up the same way as everyone else's except just a bit bigger.
I walk into my bathroom and then into my closet. I go towards the back of the closet and pick out a nice set a dress clothes for tonight's dinner with Rebecca. I decide on a black button up shirt and khakis with my typical black dress shoes. I look in the mirror to check how I look. I've never been so nervous to have a first meal with one of these girls.
I walk out of my room and into the hallway to go the private dining room I have set up for these such meals. It's on the second floor of the east wing so it's a bit of a walk, which I don't mind at all. When I get there I am informed by the guards outside that she is waiting in there with Amy for me. Amy is the supervisor of new slaves and getting them settled in.When I walk into the room I see that the small table is covered in food and the chandelier above it is dimly lit. The dim light sets a calm mood on the cream colored walls. I sit down and take a look at Rebecca. She is wearing an army green shirt, which exposes her cleavage, and ripped jeans. I am upset because I wanted her to be a little more presentable than that. After admiring her I see the look of fear on her face.
"No need to be scared Rebecca. We're here to eat, get to know each other and establish my rules." I explain to her.
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Sorry It's been a while. Expect chapter 8 soon.
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Fanfiction17 year old Rebecca was born into a world where slavery was a very popular thing. She was living just fine with her brother and father when one night they had to attend a party, or so they thought. Zayn a very powerful man has his eye on a new toy a...