Happy #LeaveMeFriday. Here starts some of the TRIGGER WARNINGS! Please don't read this if you aren't in a good place. Take care of you.

I'll put a small summary of the chapter at the end so you won't miss anything. Enjoy xo

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Liam hadn't been sure what to expect when he and Marcus got back in the car and drove away from the park. Liam gave the greenspace one last glance, hoping for some reason that Zayn would be chasing after them. He wasn't dumb enough to think that Zayn hadn't followed and that he hadn't gone to the same places Liam did. He was actually surprised Zayn hadn't caught up with them yet. Maybe Marcus was smarter than he thought.

"Where are we going?" Liam asked as he faced forward again.

A quick, sharp slack cracked through the stillness of the car, making Liam groan and cup his cheek. "You don't ask questions," Marcus informed him. Liam closed his eyes to keep back the way they watered and tightened his throat against the whimper wanting to bubble out.

"Yes, sir," was all he could muster.

The car glided down once familiar streets, but now they all seemed confusing and he was lost in minutes as the sun glared off the windshield. Marcus drove them away from the uptown office buildings and sleek townhouses to downtown's art district. Zayn had always kept him from this part of town; he'd said it wasn't safe, that couples only came down here to do something they couldn't get away with elsewhere. The realization made Liam's stomach churn.

Marcus pulled up to the limited parking in front of an innocuous building. It was red brick that had turned brown with age, a few pieces crumbling under the weight of itself, with a bright blue awning covering a tinted glass front door. No sign, no street address. "Let's go," Marcus ordered, as if he shouldn't have to, like Liam should want to go in there with him.

Liam warily got out of the car and followed his new...Master into the brick shop. The moment they stepped inside the overwhelming scent of sex assaulted the slave, making him reach a hand up to cover his face. The entryway was small and separated from the rest of the place by a thick curtain; it was occupied only by a single attendee in a little black dress and sharp stilettos. It took Liam a double-take to realize it was a thin fawn of a man- no, a boy- that took Marcus' jacket and hung it in the small closet behind him.

Marcus placed an unrelenting hand on the back of Liam's neck, squeezed, and physically led him through the small room and past the curtain while the attendee sent him a pitying glance. On the other side of the curtain was what Liam could only describe as a sex prison. The room was a long rectangle and along both of the long walls were rows of cages, most of them filled with what was obviously someone's slaves. The middle of the room was scattered with sofas and chairs. Tables sat between each section of seating, and on the tables were things Liam knew were meant for him and the others like him in there.

Marcus hadn't let go of his neck yet and was leading him to the middle of the room. He only let go once the area of seating they headed for had parted to let them through and he left Liam standing in the middle of couches that centered around him. Marcus sat gracefully down on one of the couches, arm extended across the length of the back and one ankle over a knee; he was completely in control and he knew it. People gathered around again, getting comfortable on the other couches around him and standing in open spaces to watch.

"Strip down to your underwear," Marcus ordered, earning a soft grumble of disappointment from the crowd. He chuckled. "Patience, people. We're just getting started." Liam leveled him with what was left of his defiance, to which Marcus only tilted his head in expectation. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, baby."

Liam shuddered as he remembered the hard way- chains and a damp underground dungeon. He nodded and began unbuttoning his shirt, earning a disappointed grimace from Marcus. He finished the last button and let the soft cotton slide off his shoulders to the floor. The air of the place was hot, but he shivered at being exposed in front of people.

When the slave hesitated, Marcus pointedly looked at Liam's sharp slacks. Liam closed his eyes against the raging embarrassment and unbuttoned his pants. When he'd unzipped and gotten his pants just past his hips he heard appreciative murmurs from the crowd and froze.

"I can't."

That actually garnered a please hum from the Master. "That's what I thought." Marcus rose from his seat and stood face to face with Liam, looking down the few inches of difference at the slave. "Hard way it is." With that, he stepped back and backhanded Liam so hard that he spun around with the force. When his vision came back from black Liam saw the crowd that had gathered behind him and Marcus. They were practically salivating at the blooming red of Liam's cheek.

Marcus gripped an unforgiving hand on Liam's right shoulder and forced him to his knees. The urge to cry was so ultimate that Liam couldn't even comprehend how to do it. Instead, he just stuttered for something to say while Marcus smoothed his hand from Liam's shoulder into his hair, gripping and tugging just enough to tilt Liam's face up.

The crowd seemed amped with energy and they were all shoving in on one other to get closer. Liam wanted to retreat from the enclosing, but the other option was retreating into Marcus so he stood his ground and readied himself. Marcus pressed up against Liam's shoulder, surely just so that he could feel the growing pressure against the Master's zipper. "Everyone, this is Liam. He needs to be broken in." The crowd swelled with anticipation. "Easy now, everyone will get a chance," Marcus assured, but the crowd didn't calm, instead the feral energy rose another notch. "Who's first?"

When the first person, a broad man with sandy blond hair that hung down over a scar across the man's cheek, approached, Liam knew what it meant. He bit back a convulsion and refused to show how afraid he was. "I am," the man answered and licked his lips.

One after the other, each of the patrons used Liam's mouth. A tall, well-dressed man just unzipped his pants and pressed at Liam's lips. When he refused to open, the man pinched his nose shut and waited, satisfaction already painted across his face. He held out until the edges of his vision started to go fuzzy before gasping a gulp of air. The inhale was cut off by the girth of the man pressing against the back of his throat, making Liam's throat constrict and he coughed around the width.

A woman raked her hands through Liam's hair, joining them with Marcus's that were still holding him the entire time. She pulled her skirt up her thighs and straddled Liam's shoulders. He'd been on his knees long enough for his legs to go numb and his eyes were a teary mess from being choked and forced to suck so he took the woman as the reprieve it was and stuck his tongue out in surrender.

Instead of pressing down onto his face as he expected, the woman looked down at him with a wickedness he hadn't seen matched in any of the others yet. She held him firm as she dropped a wad of spit into his open mouth; he didn't even have the coordination to close his mouth before he felt it on his tongue. He flinched at the invasion, but before he could swallow to get rid of it, she stuck two fingers into his mouth, deep enough to make him gag, and scraped across the roof of his mouth hard enough to make him whine before pulling them out. She leaned down to his ear and whispered, dark and icy, "I like a bit of teeth, slave."

Countless satisfied monsters later, when the crowd seemed satiated and the last of the Masters wandered off on shaky legs, Marcus finally let go of his hair and Liam collapsed to the floor. His throat was raw and the taste of semen and women's juices were imprinted onto his taste buds. Marcus hadn't let any of the patrons come anywhere but down his throat.

"My turn," Marcus announced. Liam finally released the sob he'd been holding in for what could've been hours. Marcus only mocked him with a pitying sound. "Come now, if you're going to cry at least sit up so I can see it."

Liam buried his face deeper in the dirty carpet and pressed a palm to his mouth to stifle the sound of another full body sob. He felt pressure on his back, between his shoulder blades before the weight of a foot pressed down and Liam cried out in pain. "Sit up, slave!" Marcus ordered. Liam gathered himself and pressed against the foot to sit up but the pressure didn't cease. "Is that all you have, Liam? Work for it."

He didn't want to work for it. He wanted to curl up and pass out and then he wouldn't care what Marcus did to him because he wouldn't be conscious to remember it. The heel of Marcus's shoes ground into Liam's spine, bringing him sharply back into focus. Liam got his hands under him and pushed up, only getting somewhere because Marcus let up a little. With a happy hum, Marcus finally let Liam sit up.

The Master grabbed Liam by the chin and twisted his neck harshly so the slave was looking up at him through foggy eyes. "Do you understand why you're here?" Liam swallowed thickly before shaking his head as best he could in the tight grip. "You're here," Marcus answered, "because I was too kind to you last time. If you are to truly belong to me, you have to be broken beyond repair." That earned a couple of murmurs of agreement from the onlookers. "Understand?"

Liam did actually. He could already feel his spirit folding in, his pride withering into crumbles. "Yes," he whispered.

"Yes, sir," Marcus instructed.

For Zayn. For Zayn. For Zayn. "Yes, sir."

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Marcus fucking SUCKS! God, I hate that guy. 

Okay so, if you skipped it, good for you for making the decision you need to. Basically, Marcus takes Liam to a seedy sex club where Masters can take their slaves for non-consensual stuff. He makes Liam give oral to a bunch of Masters and starts to break down Liam's spirit. 

Phew. I did warn you at the beginning, right? It doesn't really get happier so...but you didn't come here for no drama, did you? Anyway, let me know how you're feeling.

Mwah! Xoxo, Jess