"You're coming with me, little baby," came a low voice. Zayn, only being 7 months old, had no idea what was happening or what his life would become after that dreadful night.

*~a few hours later~*

"Evelyn!" Screamed the same voice. Zayn shook awake, noticing he was in a dark, strange place.

"Daddy, what are you doing to that baby?" Came another voice.

"Shut up, son. Go back to your mother," said the person that was holding Zayn. There were a few small footsteps going into the distance. "Evelyn, take this baby."

Zayn was switched from the man's hands into a smaller woman's arms. "Why do you do this?!"

"It's my job. Now if you, your baby, or this baby screams, someone will die... Oh and his name is Zayn..." Loud, booming footsteps echoed before a door slammed. Then silence. The woman looked at Zayn, who looked a bit confused, in her arms.

"I'll take care of you, little Zayn."

*~5 years later~*

"Zayn, Sarah, dinner!" Came Evelyn's voice from across the small room. Evelyn was Sarah's mum and Zayn was basically Evelyn's son as well although not biologically. He had no idea though.

"Mum, we're playing!" Sarah called back.

"Sarah Rose, come get dinner now. Don't make me say it again." Evelyn wasn't one to be rude to the kids, but Sarah sometimes had an attitude which was very unappreciated.

She groaned as her and Zayn stood up and made their way to the dining area.

*~9 years later (14 years old)~*

"Mum, when can we go outside," Sarah whined.

Evelyn, who was old and weak, answered, "Never. If you want to live. The master's too strong."

"There's gotta be something we can do around here," Zayn said, looking around.

"Master and his son are coming tomorrow. Put on your finest clothes and look as nice as you can," Evelyn said.

"Mum, it's impossible to look good. We live in an underground cellar for god sakes."

"I'm aware, darling. I've lived down here for forty nine years."

*~The next day~*

"You two look very nice," Evelyn said as she saw Zayn and Sarah walk out of the back room.

"Thank you," Zayn said.

"Yeah thanks, mum."

All of a sudden the door flew open. Many footsteps came down the creaky, wooden stairs. The master, who was now about 67, and his son, who was 16, arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

The master looked skeptical and the son looked really pissed. "I can't believe you're making me do this, dad."

"Well if you're to become master, you must know the rules and regulations of our people down here." Zayn, Sarah, and Evelyn all stood up straight, waiting for some kind of queue to do something.

The master came and looked at each of them, his son following behind. When his son came around, Zayn saw the the 16 year old boy clearly checked him out. But the master wasn't looking.

Zayn looked at the son with disgust, but of course the master looked right at that moment. He got all of him Zayn s face about it.

"What are you doing?!" He yelled in Zayn's face. "Are you checking my son out, you little gay bastard!"

"N-no sir of course not," Zayn stuttered.

"Yeah sure." He grabbed his son by the arm. "C'mon. We're leaving. That boy will not eye you anymore."

The big door slammed a few moments later, meaning they were gone. Zayn let out the breath of air he had been holding.

"You alright, Zayn?" Sarah asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I didn't check him out..." Zayn muttered, but Sarah could hear it just fine.

"I know you didn't, Zayn. The master's just a homophobe. Don't listen to him."

"Is there something wrong with being gay though?" Zayn wondered. He was in fact gay, but he certainty didn't like the master's son.

"No! There's absolutely nothing wrong!"

"I think master's son is gay also though..."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because he checked me out."

*~6 years later (20 years old)~*

"How is that you manage to make such good meals?" Zayn asked, putting a piece of bread in his mouth. "Even with the little amounts we have."

"I got it from my mum..." She trailed off. Evelyn had died 4 years earlier and she had moved on, it's just hard to mention her sometimes. She cleared her throat. "How is it do you think it's amazing that I can make a piece of toast?"

"I don't know, it's just better than what I would have imagined it taste like."

Later that night, Zayn and Sarah were heading off to bed, when all of a sudden, the giant door opened and the master's son (who was now the real master because the first one died) came stomping down the stairs.

Zayn looked at Sarah before mouthing, "did you know he was coming?"

She shook her head.

The master walked up to Zayn and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. "You are coming with me."

He set Zayn down and motioned for him to follow. Zayn put his head down and followed the master, wondering what he did wrong.

As soon as he got above ground and took a sniff of the air, then everything went black.

When he woke up, he found himself laying on a bed. He tried to move, but his arms were tied to the headboard. He had a piece of tape over his mouth and his feet had weights tied around them.

He tried to scream but it was too muffled by the tape. All of a sudden, the bedroom door opened and in walked the master, with only his boxers on.

"Good, I've been waiting for you to wake up."

That's the last thing Zayn remembered before he was shoved back out of the house and down into the cellar again.

Sarah approached Zayn carefully. "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it..."

*~The next day~*

"Zayn, you haven't spoken since yesterday," Sarah said, putting a small plate of food in front of him. He stayed silent. "C'mon, Zayn. I'm your best friend. Please talk to me."

"He raped me..." Zayn whispered.

"He what?" Sarah asked.

"Raped me. The master raped me."

"Oh my god," Sarah muttered.

"I'm done talking about this..." Zayn left his plate untouched and walked over to his small bed, getting under the covers.

*~6 months later~*

"How is it that I barely eat anything, yet I still manage to grow larger?" Zayn wondered, sitting down at the table. "Also I'm swollen everywhere and so thing is moving around inside. That can't be gas right?"

"Uh, Zayn," Sarah said, sitting across from Zayn.

"Yes?"

"I think the reason all of this is happening is because..." She stopped for a second.

"Because what?"

"I think you're pregnant."

"Haha that's funny, Sarah. But I can't be. I'm a male and I haven't had sex in- oh my god." Sarah squeezed her lips together. "I just might be. That would explain the growing stomach, swelling, the sickness. Also I was raped six months ago..."

"Yeah you're pregnant."

"What am I going to do?" Zayn looked desperate.

"Well, we can keep doing what we're doing because apparently it's working, and when you go into labour, we could just have it here. We have blankets, you could breastfeed, and I guess it'll have to sleep with you."

"Wait so it was six months ago I was raped, it's nine months total in pregnancy," Zayn said, showing he was thinking. "In three months, it's going to be the middle of winter. It'll be like two degrees down here."

"Well I don't really know what to say."

"I guess we'll just have to use what we have..."

*~3 months later~*

"Zayn!" Sarah said, coming down the stairs.

"On my bed!" Zayn called back. He hadn't been feeling very good lately and he knew the baby was coming any day so he had stayed in bed to stay safe.

Sarah walked over to Zayn bed slowly. "How are you feeling?"

"A little better. I'm really tired though because I haven't gotten any sleep but you know..." He rolled on his other side so he was facing Sarah. "Did you want to tell me something?"

"Oh yeah. Um, the master is paying a visit tomorrow..."

"What?!" Zayn attempted to sit up, but failed. "Help me up?" Sarah put a hand on his back and pulled him up. "Thanks. Anyways, what?! He he can't see me like this!"

"Well there's nothing we can do, Zayn. I mean unless you go into labour tonight, he's coming."

"Well shit."

"Sorry."

"No it's alright. There's nothing you could do."

*~The next day~*

"Is my bump less noticeable if I have this around me?" Zayn asked Sarah, showing himself wrapped in a blanket.

"Erm, a little but not much. Sorry, Z."

"Nah it's alright. I'll wear it anyways." Then the door at the top of the stairs opened. Zayn and Sarah stood in a respectful manner as footsteps came down.

There, appeared the master. His arms were coated in tattoos and black earrings were evident in his ears.

His eyes widened as they found Zayn's big belly. He approached Zayn. "What is this?"

"It's my baby, sir," Zayn answered, worried what he might think.

"How long have you been pregnant?"

"Nine months."

"Come with me." The master grabbed Zayn's wrist and pulled him away. He pulled Zayn out of the cellar. The light of day almost blinded Zayn, but the fresh air felt amazing. "Go in the house."

Zayn went into the large house, looking around. He saw a massive kitchen, a living room with 2 couches, and a flight of stairs headed into a dark hallway.

He heard the door close behind him. He looked behind to see the master standing there. "Go sit on the couch. I'm getting something to drink. Do you want like tea or something?"

"Sure."

A few minutes later, the master reappeared. He put the cup of tea in front of Zayn who took a sip of it.

"So, what's the baby situation?"

"Uh well I-"

"What I mean is that, is it mine?" He interrupted.

"Yes sir."

"Okay two things. I hate being called sir. It's a stupid name. Call me Liam," Liam started. "And second, I never would've thought I could have a kid."

"Well if you don't mind me saying, sir- sorry Liam, is that this was the result of the night you raped me nine months ago."

"Really?" He asked. "Well that would make sense actually."

"Mhm," Zayn mumbled.

"I actually went down there today to ask you something..." Liam started. "I know this sounds kind of crazy considering I've talked to you and treated you the way I have, but... will you live with me? Like be my boyfriend? That way we can raise the baby right and I promise I've changed and I can continue to change if that's what you want."

Zayn let out a heavy sigh. He nodded.

"Really?" Liam asked, a but surprised.

"Yes I'll be your boyfriend and live with you. The baby deserves a real family. And I guess I could say I've developed a bit of Stockholm Syndrome." Liam smiled before leaning in for a kiss, which Zayn obliged to.

Liam moved down to Zayn's big belly. "Hello, little one. I'm your other daddy. I know you've never heard me talk but I just want you to know that I love you very much and I'm never going to treat you the way I did your other daddy. I'm never going to treat him like that either."

A kick hit right where Liam's lips touched. Zayn and Liam chuckled together. "So, what made you change to such a caring person?" Zayn asked.

"I never wanted to be like my father. He was abusive to me, my mum, and you and Sarah. I never thought it was right but he did. So did my mum," Liam explained. "I had to continue being like him after he died because my mum was still alive. Even though she was abused, she thought I should still treat you like that. She forced me into raping you."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. I hated the idea. I wanted to kick her out but she was my mum. She was old. I couldn't really do that to her."

"Wait is she still alive?"

"No. She died about a month ago."

"Oh I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm kind of relived actually."

"Oh."

"Yeah. She was too much for me. I was so mad when she made me do such an awful thing to you."

"Well without her I wouldn't be nine months pregnant."

"True. That I am quite happy about."

*~a week later~*

"Liam, make it stop!" Zayn cried. He had been in labour with their baby for about 13 hours. He had been pushing for about 20 minutes.

"I wish I could, babe. But you're doing so good," Liam encouraged. "Our baby's almost here."

Zayn cried in pain as he felt the most pain yet. Then it all went away. "It's a boy!"

The newborn was placed in Zayn's chest. He rubbed his fingers over the baby's forehead. "Hello, baby boy."

The baby squinted at the bright lights before opening them and looking at his dads. "He looks just like you, Liam."

"Our baby boy," Liam cooed at the baby. "Now we have a perfect little family."

A few days later, they were released from the hospital, Liam let Sarah go, and they got to enjoy a week with the new baby that also included about a total of 10 minutes of sleep.

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I really like this one to be honest.

Thanks for reading!!😘

~Stypaytomhoranlik💘