WARNING: Non-con and rape. TRIGGER ALERT.

Louis quickly tapped the red End Call button and shoved his phone back in his pocket. His fingers worked over the keys more quickly now, trying to finish his job and get out of this house so he can deal with whatever just happened. He'd hung up on Harry. He didn't even mean to, but Louis' mind froze, went blank, and all he could think was go away. Get away. Deny deny deny.

Louis pulled the flash drive from the laptop and put it back in sleep mode as he found it. He packed up his small bag and snuck out the way he came, avoiding security cameras in the dark of the night. His rental car purred to life in the silent black and he sped off. He meant to go back to the hotel, but he couldn't help driving towards the god-forsaken building.

Louis stopped a block away and stared at it like it was a fortress he could penetrate. Albert's car was in the parking lot across the street. He so desperately wished to go inside and ask if...God what was Zayn's name again? Max...if Max was available so he'd know if he was with that filthy prick right now. But he couldn't stay long and risk someone seeing his car or him so he just punched his dash board in frustration and peeled off towards his hotel.

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"You're the new guy, right?" Albert inquired as he shrugged off his suit and laid it over Zayn's chair. He pushed his pants down and stood in front of Zayn.

"Yeah, Max. And you're Albert," Zayn felt like vomiting with that man's name on his tongue. He gulped heavily before asking, "How do you want me?"

Albert lips curled up filthily and he raised a curious brow, "Eager."

Zayn forced a small smile, "Just ready."

Albert laugh, a sharp, quick sound, at that and pointed to the bed. "Hands and knees."

Zayn nodded and climbed onto the bed, peeling off his pants, the only item of clothing he had on, and dropping them next to the bed. Zayn already had lube and a condom waiting on the side table, but Albert ignored them, and came behind him and knelt on the bed.

Albert's chunky fingers rubbed up Zayn's sides and he gripped his waist tightly under them. "Like it rough? Do you need to be punished?"

Zayn wanted to scream, his body unintentionally flinching at the words, but he forced himself to nod and say a quiet, "Yes."

Zayn didn't know what to expect next but he didn't have to wait long before Albert's blunt nails were raking painfully down his back. Zayn arched away from the touch and bit back a whimper. Albert just laughed and clawed down the other side. Zayn could feel his skin start to heat up where it was pumping blood to the fresh wounds.

"So red already. Gonna mark you up well."

Zayn buried his head in the sheets and bit down on the fabric as Albert scratched down again, dipping his nails deeper into Zayn's flesh. In a few minutes, Zayn had raised scratches, a few bleeding, all along his back, and Albert pushed two dry fingers inside Zayn at the same time.

Zayn did cry out this time, unable to tap down the pain. "Shut up," Albert warned and slapped Zayn's side, dangerous close to where he already hurt.

Zayn moved his arm so he could bite into his forearm after he whispered, "Sorry, sir."

Albert seemed appeased at that. He returned to fingering Zayn open roughly. He jammed his fingers in deep but missed Zayn's spot completely, just digging into his soft walls brutally. Zayn kept his teeth imbedded in his skin as Albert pushed and pulled to his satisfaction.

But when he shoved himself inside Zayn could feel he was bare and screamed for him to, "Get out! Please, stop!" He tried to pull off, but Albert held on down.

The door swung up, banging against his wall to reveal a worried looking Liam. "Max?" Liam called. "Are you okay?" Albert pulled out and turned to confront the new guest, and when Liam saw he wasn't sheathed his face slowly colored red and his hands clamped into fists. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Zayn fell to the bed weakly and turned on his side so he could see Liam, sweet, sweet Liam that was so angry and so nice. Albert laughed, "Its none of your concern."

Liam strode forward and brought one of his balled up fists back, but Zayn reached out a hand and yelled, "Stop." His voice came out weaker than he expected, but it caught Liam's attention nonetheless. Zayn made himself sit up and then stand up while the two men watched.

The mission. He was blowing the mission and Louis was somewhere, probably at his house since he saw that Albert was here, and he couldn't let Albert leave so soon and risk finding him. He couldn't work this hard and loose it all. He had to save the mission.

Zayn limped to Albert and looked up at the older man who wore dark, unforgiving eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." From the corner of his eye he saw Liam's mouth drop, but he kept his focus of the filth. "Forgive me," he fell to his knees in front of the man and put his hands behind his back, "Please forgive me."

Zayn could see a hundred thoughts plays across Albert's face before he settled into a blank mask and said, "Earn it."

Zayn closed his eyes and gave himself a moment to breath, to gain the courage to go through with this. With his eyes still shut he ordered, "Liam, go away." He didn't hear any movement so he opened his eyes and found Liam's confused and hurt eyes in the dark, "I said leave. Now."

Liam stuttered back a step before looking at Zayn long enough that he almost broke and ran to Liam crying. But he didn't, Zayn stayed there, on his knees like a coward, and stared Liam down until he backed out of the door and shut it behind him.

Zayn returned his gaze to Albert to see the wicked smirk he'd come to use a lot tonight painted across his face. Zayn swallowed down the need to pass out and kept his gaze.

"I got scared," Zayn started, "But I, I want you. Take me...please," he pushed out.

Albert ran sweaty fingers through Zayn's hair and said, "You want it so bad? How pathetic. All you whores are the fucking same."

Zayn shook his head in Albert's grip, "No. I'm not. I'm better."

Albert yanked on Zayn hair, making him look up at him with watery eyes, "Prove it," he barked as he picked his prick up in his hand and aimed it towards Zayn's lips. Zayn stomped down the last of his rebellion and opened his mouth.