His Slave

It's High school. It's were hate rises. But being a Freshman and sophomore Is the worst thing possible because Freshman and sophomore girls get to be slaves for the guys and do anything they want. I mean anything. It's not fair at all exposing girls like this but what you gonna do?


4. Being his slave

Ashley's POV

Zayn had won me. My stomach turned in knots as I was handed to him. That was it. I was now belonged to him as if I were some type of object. I felt my whole body shaking as he took me to his flat. I felt sick. What was he gonna do to me? I started shiviring and it wasn't even cold

"Are you cold?" he asked

I didn't reply. I wasn't cold. I was scared. 

"I asked you a question NOW ANSWER IT" he screamed

"No" I simply said What's his problem. He's acting like a terd I thought to myself. He pulled over and we were now at the front yard of his house. It was big to be honest. He got out the car and quickly opened the door for me. I mumbled a "Thanks" to him. He opened the door to his house and I stared in amazement. It was way bigger inside than I thought it would be. As I walked in I noticed 4 other guys. And of course they all had girls in here as well except for the blonde haired one. I stood in back of Zayn nervously. Now I had to worry about 4 more guys instead of 1. I felt like I was about to cry. I didn't wanna be with 5 guys in a house with their sluts. I wanted to be home with my mum. It was silent. No one was talking I realized. Then the blonde haired one finally spoke.

"Hi I'm Niall" he sid holding his hand out for me to shake. I just stared at his hand until he pulled it away. 

"I'm Louis" the guy standing next to niall. He had dark hair and blue eyes

"I'm Liam" another said with the brown hair and light brown eyes

I just stood there unknowing what to do.

"What's your name love?" Louis asked

"Ashley" I replied a reply you could harly here. Their girls espacially Harry's girl a chick with blonde hair and brown eyes stared at me coldly. I don't know what I did to them though?

"Well let me show you your room" Zayn said I nodded and slowly followed him upstairs to a big room with a big bed.

"Here you go, but Ashley It's also my room too. I have a feeling we won't be doing a lot of sleeping here though" he said 

My stomache was in knots again as he finished the sentence. 

"Hey don't be afraid. I promise you that this year will be one you will enjoy" he said smirking

"I'll never enjoy being someone's slave" I mumbled

"Waht?!?!?" he asked angerily

"Nothing" I said 

"It better be nothing bitch cause last time I checked you were my slave not the other way around" he said storming out of the room. As he left, I shut the door and began to cry in a corner. Why does this have to be my life? Why do I have to be exposed like this. I felt someone hug me. I looked up afraid it would be Zayn, but to my surprise It was Niall. The only guy I saw that didn't buy a girl. 

"Shhhh It's okay" he whispered

Niall's POV

How could the lads buy girls? What's wrong with them. There not barbie dolls they play for fun. I saw some girls walk by with the lads and they were happy all cheery. Wtf? They like being sex toys I thought to myself. Then this girl appeared and unlike all of them she looked miserible. I felt sorry for her. She was Zayn slave he was tough on the girls, but not as tough as Harry. Well maybe. when she walked in the room. Everyone was quiet even the annoying girls screaming about how excited hey were. I told her my name and reached for a handshake, but nothing. She just stared at my hand. I pulled it back awkwardly. The guys introduced themselves, but she didn't say a word. 

"What's your name love?" Louis asked

"Ashley" I heard her mumble She looked so sad. I just wanted to hug her, but the handshake thing went wrong I think the hug would only make it more awkward. As I went upstairs I heard some screaming and Zayn stormed out of the room angerily. I heard the door shut and a few seconds later I heard her crying. Zayn was such a duche I thought. I opened the door and she was huddled in a corner crying her eyes out. I had the sudden urge to hug her and I did.

"Shhhh It's okay" I whispered

she just sobbed in my shirt more. I hated seeing a girl cry. Her red hair and green eyes were beautifull. I saw her mascarra on my white shirt. She saw it as well

"I'm sorry" she said

"Don't be it's okay" I said 

She smiled at me. I smiled at her as well. I noticed her Dimples. She shouldn't be treated like this.

I heard the door slam.


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