Happy #LeaveMeFriday! Lots of *WARNINGS* this week kiddos. There is a non-con warning and even a bit of a violence warning that starts after the first ***. The group is having a rough week let me tell you. Enjoy? xo

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"Do you want to explain what that was?" Zayn shouted as he shook off Niall and Harry's help when Louis kept walking towards the car. "How did he know who you were?"

Louis pulled the back door of the car open but didn't get in. "He knows who we all are," he spat.

Zayn rushed up to the small slave and pulled him around to face him. "Don't give me that, Louis. He knew you. He said 'see you again', as in he had before."

Louis ripped his arm from Zayn's hold and pushed the Master back with two forceful hands to his chest. "Fuck off, Zayn. You don't have any right to ask the truth from me."

"No, but I do," Niall added, already dreading what he would hear, and approached the duo. "What aren't you telling me?"

Louis's eyes went sad, somehow sloping down with the weight of the situation. He shook his head, reluctant but sure. "Please, Niall. If you love me...don't."

Niall held his slave's gaze, looking for the truth in his silence. Whatever he saw seemed to be enough, because he said, "You will tell me, but not right now."

"Thank you," he breathed, gratefulness filling his voice.

"What?" Zayn shrieked. "I come here to find Liam only to see him being used by the man that has sought to destroy my life and Louis knows something!" Zayn grabbed Louis by the shirt collar and pulled him in, up on his toes. "You're going to tell me what you know."

Niall was pushing between them in an instant, pushing Zayn back. "Back off, Zee!" He pointed a finger right in Zayn's face. "You don't ever get to touch my slave like that again."

Zayn slapped his hand away but only stood and stared over Niall's shoulder to where Louis was wide-eyed and frozen. After a few long, tense moments Zayn scoffed. "Fine." He walked around Niall and towards the car again, stopping to turn hard eyes on Louis. "You're walking."

"Zayn!" Harry chided, startled. "You can't be serious."

The dark-haired man didn't say anything else as he went around the car and got into the driver's seat. He started the engine and rolled down the passenger window. "If anyone else wants a ride to a place to sleep tonight, you better get in."

Harry looked from Zayn to Niall, asking what to do. Niall walked calmly up to Louis and pulled him out of the way so he could shut the back door. "Harry, go with Zayn. Louis and I will meet you there."

"Niall, this is bullocks." Harry leaned into the window. "Zayn, tell them you're joking."

Zayn didn't look at him, eyes forward and face hard. "Harry, get in."

Harry looked back at Niall, refusing to accept it. When Niall only nodded, Harry huffed and got in the passenger seat of the car. Zayn rolled up the window and backed out of the parking spot before Harry could even seat belt. They were out of sight and Niall was still seething.

"You shouldn't trust Harry with him while he's like that," Louis commented, pulling out his phone to check the time.

Niall straightened Louis's crinkled shirt as he answered, "One, he'd never hurt Harry. That I know. Two, don't question my decisions when it comes to the safety of my slaves." With one more dust off of Louis's shoulder, Niall took his hand and they headed towards the direction Zayn's car had gone.

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Liam was left chained to the headboard in the master bedroom wearing nothing but his boxers. Marcus had locked his hands in basic metal handcuffs looped through a bar in the headboard before stripping Liam of his leftover clothes. He trickled a hand up Liam's sweat-slick chest, resting his large palm around Liam's neck. Liam had tensed, unsure if the gesture was meant as intimacy or a threat. Without saying anything, Marcus had left and that was long enough ago that Liam started to wonder if he'd be left alone and tied up for the rest of the night.

Just when Liam was finally dozing off, the door to the bedroom creaked open flooding the now dark room with light from the hall. Marcus pushed inside, tie gone and the top two buttons on his shirt undone. His hair was mussed and in his hand was a glass of something brown. Fear raced through Liam's body, pumping in his veins like heroin. Marcus was drunk and looking at Liam with a predatory smile. The slave pulled himself up as much as he could with his hands bound above him, which amounted mostly to just curling up his spine and cowering under his forearms.

"Look at my little slave," Marcus slurred. "Everyone wants him, but he's mine." Liam didn't dare say anything, to bring more attention to himself. A few unsteady steps and Marcus was standing at the end of the bed, taking in Liam's scrunched up form with unimpressed features. "Come on, Liam, let me see you."

Liam didn't obey, more because he felt frozen like prey caught in a trap than to be a nuisance. The reasoning didn't matter, it still pissed Marcus off. The Master moved around the bed, liquid sloshing in his glass, and gripped Liam's ankle harshly before tugging his leg out straight. Liam was jolted down the bed with the force of the pull and both legs flew out straight, effectively laying out for Marcus like he'd asked.

"There now, isn't that better?" Marcus looked at Liam like he actually wanted an answer, so Liam nodded. The dominant man reached down and undid his belt clumsily followed by the button and zip of his pants. Liam wanted to close his eyes, go somewhere in his head, but he was afraid that if he took his eyes off Marcus, the man would move without him knowing it.

Instead, Liam kept his eyes resolutely on Marcus's free hand as he used it to hold himself steady while he climbed on the bed. Marcus swung a leg over Liam's hips, spilling a little of the alcohol he held before settling himself on top of the slave. He took a glug of the drink and then offered some to Liam. He shook his head politely, but apparently, it wasn't a request.

Marcus pushed the glass to Liam's lips and tilted it. Liam would've been drowned in the strong spirit had he not opened his mouth and let the liquid fall down his throat. Whiskey. A drunk man's drink. When Liam started to cough Marcus pulled back and set the glass on the nightstand.

"You know, I have been waiting for this moment for months," Marcus murmured as his hands started to explore Liam's chest and stomach. Liam repressed the shiver that ran over him and tilted his eyes up to the ceiling. "I knew you wouldn't last. You're a troublemaker, Liam."

Marcus's hand trailed up Liam's neck and Liam's jaw tensed in anticipation of what he knew would come. The Master leaned down and pressed dry, stinking lips against his in a sloppy, drunk attempt at a kiss. Liam held perfectly still. Marcus hummed, somehow enjoying himself. One hand took hold of Liam's hip while the one on his neck smoothed up the underside of him arm to his wrist, knocking against the bracelet Zayn had given him.

Perturbed, Marcus broke the kiss and looked up at the jewelry. "What's that?"

"Nothing," Liam answered too quickly. Marcus narrowed his eyes at the bracelet and moved off Liam to kneel up at the head of the bed and look at the piece.

"Why's it screwed in? That's like that cheesy arse couple jewelry that people get when they're too scared to pair." Liam squeezed his eyes shut against the words and what he knew was coming next. "This is from him, isn't it?" Marcus accused, yelling too loudly for the silence of the room.

"Marcus please, just let it go."

Marcus was already up off the bed. "Fuck that. I'm not having my slave wear another Master's jewelry." The drunken Master teetered out of the room noisily, leaving Liam to wait and be afraid. Liam had no idea what he was going to do.

The slave was left in silent frozen fear for long minutes. The room felt overwhelming huge, like the door was on the other side of an impossible ocean. The hallway was quiet on the other side of the still open door. Finally, Liam heard heavy footsteps and a thump on the wall as Marcus came back to the room.

He stood in the doorway, backlit like a villain in a horror film with a large pair of bolt cutters in his hand. Liam immediately caved in on himself in a sham of protection. "Marcus, please don't."

"Shut up," Marcus growled, less slurred but still hazy in his state. He stomped towards the bed with uneven steps and nearly fell onto it before catching himself with a hand on Liam's chest. The touch felt searing with how unwanted it was. The Master got back in his earlier position, straddling Liam's chest then and leaning down to snatch a territorial kiss. "Mine now," he grunted, caveman-like in his taking.

He leaned up towards Liam's wrist, and the slave couldn't keep still anymore. He shifted away from Marcus, begging him to leave it be. Marcus raised a hand and slapped him across the face. "Stop that! You're mine now, you ungrateful slut." Liam felt heat rise in the shape of a palm on his cheek.

Marcus aimed the bolt cutters at Liam's wrist, and Liam flinched without thinking in one last attempt to save the trinket. Liam's movement made Marcus slip and slice open the tender underside of Liam's wrist. The slave hissed in pain and shrunk away from the tool but Marcus grabbed his arm, blood trickling down to meet his fingers and barked, "Be still or I'll remove a finger along with it."

That subdued Liam long enough for Marcus to haphazardly place the metal bracelet between the two blades and push the two handles together. The bracelet made a short sound of protest before it snapped under the pressure and fell from Liam's wrist. Liam watched it drop onto the bed with a quiet shocked inhale.

"There," Marcus noted, satisfied. He looked at both of Liam's hands. "Where's your pairing ring?"

It took just a moment for Liam to remember where it actually was. At least it was safe from Marcus. "I got rid of it," he lied.

Marcus smirked. "That's my boy." He threw the bolt cutters off the bed and laid down on top of Liam. "Where were we?"

Liam had to press his head back into the pillow and squeeze his eyes shut to keep from screaming and crying and thrashing under the other man. Marcus was kissing down his neck, across his sternum and over each nipple. When the Master took one nipple into his mouth, Liam broke and a sob racked his chest. Marcus either didn't notice or didn't care- probably the latter. Then Marcus paused and Liam waited with bated breath.

Nothing. Marcus had gone heavy and still.

Liam looked down to see Marcus with his cheek pressed to Liam's chest, sound asleep. The stuttering breath of relief escaped from Liam in a gasp. Blood trickled down his arm and dripped onto the white sheets but it meant little in comparison to the weight crushing his chest, physically and emotionally. He laid stone-still and begged Marcus not to wake up ever again.

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As always, if you skipped the chapter for trigger reasons then welcome and good on you! Basically, Liam was handcuffed to a bed in Marcus's house and Marcus was drunk and kissed him and touched his chest and such and got distracted by the bracelet Zayn gave Liam way back, you know the one, and got so angry that he went and found bolt cutters and chopped it off, but not before accidentally slicing open Liam's wrist. Either way, Marcus fell asleep before he could do anything truly terrible to Liam, which left our lovely slave chained up and bleeding up an unconscious psychopath.

See you next week, guys! Hahaha. But really. How are you feeling after this chapter? Everyone okay? Let me know. Mwah! Xoxo, Jess