"What the hell did you just do to me?" "Looks like you belong to me now." Those were the last words I thought I'd hear my kidnapper say. But, I was wrong. My name is Madison Summers, most people call me Madi. It was November 8, 2014 when I was taken from my home. His name is Malik, Zayn Malik, and that's the exact way he introduced himself. It's a year later, and he came back. For me *Contains Swearing and Sexual Content* © 2015, k_koontz

❝You're such a fucking slut❞ ❝We'll see who's talking when you come back begging me to fuck you❞ WARNING: This story will include graphic sex scenes, dysphoria, and swearing, Also, this story will mostly be made up by people of color and some queer characters. If you are in any way racist, homophobic, or transphobic, please get lost and burn in hell. Do not read this story.

"There's no such thing as soul mates. I mean just because someone is perfect for you doesn't mean you're meant to be with them. The thing about love is that it's unexpected - the best kind anyway."