Magisterial • z.m.

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Ivory's pov.

I was running for my life.

These people in a black van were chasing me.

And I held no fight back.

I was running and running, until I saw a Ferrari run up to me.

The person inside it rolled down the window and said;

"Get in." The strong British accent leaked from his mouth.

"No." I stated firmly, I quickly looked back at the van which was slowing down its pace.

"As a Prince, I demand you to get in." He said sternly.

"You're going to be my slave. Not them." He stated pointing at the black van.

"Fine!" I stated angrily.

Sheesh. I fucking hate this new bullshit that unleashed though out history. You see, the Malik family rules this country, England, and they authorized the most wealthiest families to have slaves if they wished.

In all honesty it made me sick. Basically everyone was a slave. Only a few weren't if they were lucky.

"What's your name?" He said, as he snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Ivory." I stated simply.

"You probably know me, don't you?" He said while making a left turn.

"Sure, you're Prince Zayn." I said rolling my eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me." He said in a irritated voice.

Bipolar much?

"Look I've had a long day, and the last thing I want is you to ruin it even more." I said looking at his direction.

I simply despised him and his cruel 'royal' family. And that was the last thing I wanted him to do to me.

He stayed quiet.

Well this is going to be a long, awkward ride.