This week has another warning for rape/non-con but it's only a few paragraphs instead of the entire chapter. I'll recap it below but if you need to skip it just don't read the italics. Happy #LeaveMeFriday everybody. Enjoy xo

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"What is this place?" Niall asked, disgust clear in his tone, as the four of them stood in front of the shabby brick storefront.

Zayn crumpled up the piece of paper and shoved it in his pocket. "Not somewhere Liam should be," he informed them and took a step towards the door, but Niall grabbed his arm and tugged him to stop.

"What do you know about this place, Zayn?"

The torn Master shook off Niall's hold and stared pointedly at the tinted glass door. "I frequented these sorts of places before...everything. Before you and Louis and Harry and then Liam."

"What is this place?" Harry questioned, sweet as ever but he couldn't hide his apprehension.

"Niall, I think your boys should stay in the car."

"No way," Louis interjected. Zayn turned to face him and found him with his arms crossed in front of him defiantly. "If Liam is in there, I'm going."

Zayn was still looking into Louis' hard blue eyes, but he addressed his fellow Master. "Niall, take your slaves to the car."

Niall scoffed. "Excuse you. I'll do what I please with my slaves. If Louis is adamant about going in, then he has every right to."

Zayn was already shaking his head dejectedly. "I'm not being cruel. I'm trying to spare you all."

"Hey," Niall reached out for Zayn again, but this time his touch was soft and friendly, "whatever is in there, you don't need to be facing it alone."

"I am alone; can't you see that?" The statement deafened the rebuttals on every tongue in the group. They were all aware of the darkness of the situation, but to hear it spoken so plainly made spines straighten and breaths hitch. Zayn shook his head, waving away his words and turning towards the door. "I would like the backup if you're willing," he admitted to the glass.

"Then you have it," Niall assured.

The group crossed the threshold and entered the dark, quiet front room. An attendant in a shapely, black dress was waiting in front of a dividing curtain. When he saw them, he just pulled the curtain aside and stood, face stoic, as they went through. On the other side, a long thin room with cages along the walls was empty all the way through until Zayn spotted a small line of people along the back wall.

He walked closer, the others behind him, and knew instantly who was down there. Marcus was standing behind a line of large men in all back, security of some sort, smiling like the cat that got the canary. Zayn had to force himself not to run down the room and tackle the line of men to get to the Master that had ruined his life.

"Zayn," Marcus greeted amiably, arms held out wide to greet him. "I'm so glad you made it."

Zayn looked around the area but couldn't spot Liam. He wasn't sure if maybe he was being hidden or wasn't even actually there. "Where is he?" Zayn demanded.

"Nuh uh, not yet, Mr. Malik. First I'd like to show you something."

"I don't care about your stupid game!" Zayn screamed as he approached the line. "I want my slave back!"

Marcus tisked, playing at apologetic and failing. "See that's the thing; he's not yours anymore." The TV hanging on the wall above Marcus's head came to life and Zayn physically jolted at the picture of Liam on his knees in front of Marcus and surrounded by people.

"What is-"

"Watch," Marcus ordered.

In the video, Marcus's hand raked through Liam's hair and the slave closed his eyes and pressed his lips together. Zayn could tell he was trying to keep from crying.

"Tell me- tell all of us- what you want," Marcus teased from the screen.

Liam tried to speak, but it was like his brain wouldn't push the words out. He wanted to get this over with, just do what he was told, but it hurt to be there like this. Marcus gripped his hair tighter then and Liam inhaled sharply. "I want," he finally managed, "to give Zayn what he wants."

The other Masters in the room gave a collective murmur at his answer. Marcus raised a knowing brow. "And what is it that Zayn wants?"

Liam felt the onslaught of fresh tears finally pooling in his eyes, but he was too tired to stop them. "A family."

He knew it. Zayn was sure that was it. Somewhere in their honeymoon phase, the idea that Zayn couldn't adopt or provide for surrogacy because of this past had rooted in Liam's mind and made him distant. Zayn had tried to ignore it. Liam had never so much as mentioned a true desire for kids, so Zayn convinced himself Liam didn't want it. He should've known.

Marcus hummed, his other hand coming up to trace along Liam's full lips. "What are you willing to do to give that man what he wants?"

Liam's words came fast and sure but fumbled. "Anything. I would do anything."

"Including give yourself to me for as long as I need?" Marcus clarified.

The slave swallowed but nodded, hair tugging in Marcus' grip. "Anything."

"Prove it," Marcus taunted, tongue coming out to wet his lips. He let go of Liam to undo his pants and pull out his thickened erection. Liam cringed away but didn't put up a fight when Marcus pushed past his lips.

"Turn it off!" Zayn roared, making even the security men flinched. Marcus picked a remote up off a table by the wall and clicked the screen blank. "What have you done?" Zayn gasped, voice wet with unshed tears.

"Exactly what Liam wanted," Marcus answered. "I've given you what you want and taken my payment as agreed."

"What I want is Liam! Nothing else."

Marcus pushed the shoulder of the two men directly in front of him and they parted to let him through. He was still in the same clothes and his shirt was only half tucked in. Zayn refused to acknowledge the stain on his waistband. "Unfortunately, Mr. Malik, that was the deal. Take what you've been given and I will take what's mine."

Zayn launched forward at that, but the two closest men stepped between him and Marcus, grabbing him by the arms and dragging him back. Marcus looked on, laughing haughtily as Zayn's back hit the floor. "Give it up, Zayn. I've won."

Zayn kept fighting the men while Niall tried to pull them off. "He's down. Leave him!" When Zayn didn't stop kicking, Niall directed his eyes to look at him. "Zayn, stop fighting." The dark-haired Master went boneless then, face crumbling into a mask of surrender.

"I can't lose him again," Zayn gasped.

Niall pushed a man back and said, "I've got him." They released Zayn and Niall pulled him to his feet, taking most of his weight when Zayn didn't look like he could stand. "This isn't over, Marcus."

Marcus just smiled wider. "Oh, I'm counting on it."

"Fuck you!" Harry piped up from behind them, and scooped Zayn up under an arm, helping Niall lead him out. They passed Louis, who looked like he was barely keeping himself upright as it was.

They were just about to the curtain, Louis behind them, when they heard Marcus call out. "Good to see you, Loubear."

Zayn's head snapped around. Louis was standing stock still, eyes shut against the words and holding his breath. "Choke and die, fuckhead," Louis spat without turning around and pushed past Niall to be the first one out the door.

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I'm dead. I'm so hurt and lost. Anyone else? Just me?

More next week! Mwah! Xoxo, Jess

If you skipped, good for you. Basically, Marcus plays a tape of when Liam was in there earlier and he gets Liam to say that he belongs to Marcus and then Marcus forces a blowjob.