Taken

Taken- 8

Previously-

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.  

Becca's POV

I sit down at this fancy table in a private room that already has food on it. I wait no longer than 2 minutes before Zayn walks in. He has this power that follows him around everywhere he goes that makes me uneasy. He sits down and just stares at me.

"No need to be scared Rebecca. We're here to eat, get to know each other and establish my rules." He says to me. I don't know why I didn't expect him to have any rules. I'm not good at following rules in the slightest.

We begin eating dinner which consisted of steak, mashed potatoes, carrots, salad, and an assortment of fruits. I ate a little bit of everything along with Zayn.

"So, Rebecca. I've noticed the choice of clothing and it's not something I expected you to wear. May I ask why?" Zayn asks me.

"Well considering you supply those closet meant for twigs, I wore what would fit. I am not tiny like the rest of these girls you keep help here." I respond. He grimaces. I can tell I chose the wrong words after the look I receive.

"We will get that sorted out then. I don't like the way you talk to me so that will need to be changed as well. Since we're now on the topic of things I don't like I will let you know now that you will receive a list of my rules. Something I want to let you know now is that I will not stand for your attitude and you must call me Mr. Malik unless told otherwise."

He replies back to me with an authoritative tone. I don't like this already. Living my life here is going to be a pain in the ass. He then asks simple questions like what I prefer to be called, what sizes I wear, and my favorite color, which is blue.

When we're done Amy comes back and escorts me to my room. We walk down the stairs through a hallway, turn right, and go straight into my room. She hands me a packet and leaves explaining to me that she will be back in a few hours to make sure I understand what is in this packet.

The first thing you see on this packet is "Expectations and Rules: Women Worker Edition". Great! I get to learn about all of these rules that will most likely be broken. I open the first page and groan. I hear someone bang on the door telling me to shut up and read.

1. You are to be dressed in appropriate clothing throughout the day. Casual for most days, formal for events, semi-formal for one on one dinners and meetings, and always wearing designated underwear for specific days of the week.

2. You have free roam of the mansion except the second floor of the west wing. That is strictly off limits as well as going outside of the mansion without Mr. Zayn Malik or his 4 trustees. (Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, and Niall Horan)

3. No one shall help you when you are in pain except Mr. Malik

4. Attend to designated chores that will be determined by the capability of an individual

5. You will address all superiors as Sir and Ma'am

6. You will be in bed by 10pm every night to be up at 6am in order to be showered and presentable for the day by 8am.

Those were the main rules I read. The rest of the packet was informing me about things I am aloud to do around the mansion and consequences if I fail to follow these rules. I am sure there will be more unofficial rules I will have to learn very soon. I'm bound to break some of them.

I didn't realize how long it took me to read that because shortly after I was done Amy came back into the room. I assured her that I understood all of the rules. She told me she will be back tomorrow morning around 8am to take me to the things I need to do tomorrow until I get a good idea of what I am supposed to do.

I look at the clock and see that it's quickly approaching 10pm and that the alarm is already set for 6am. Amy leaves the room and I decide it's going to be a long night. 

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Here's chapter 8. Sorry for the short chapters, i was rushing to finish 1-8 for a class.