The Violent.《Z.M》

Chapter 33. Lost.

I don't want to admit to something if all that's gonna cause is pain, truth and my lies right now are falling like the rain, so let the river run.

•Anna's P.O.V.•

I don't know when was the first time i felt such a pain in my heart, maybe when i left the north part with the girls or maybe when the truth of me being sold as a slave sunk in, either way this pain is new and much more tougher.

Tougher than the fake death of him?

I lied awake in my bed staring blankly at the ceiling wondering why did my brain stop functioning after hearing that message.

The message he recorded and left me with it.

I don't understand how can a human if we can call Zayn a normal human have too many faces, personalities and moods, it just doesn't make sense.

He just have temper issues. I recall Angelica's words to me a few weeks ago.

Temper issues my ass My subconscious snorts.

Of course i was dumb for believing such a monster can change into a sweet-caring person, where was my mind last night?

"Morning slave 2, zayn left you a message with me, shall i play it to you?"  Selen asked.

"Yes." I answered back curious.

"I have something important to do this morning, i except you to dress up nicely as i am going to pick you up at three thirty, don't do anything stupid like burning the house down or getting yourself shocked to death by Selen and about last night, forget it ever happened, you're my slave remember and you're only there whenever i need some entertainment or physical interaction and i apologize if you ever thought more to it, end the record Selen."

Of course i am just his slave, how could i think more to it? It's rule number five.

"Finally rule number five; anytime i am bored you have to entertain me , if it is mentally or sexually! Do you understand or should i say again or i could show you?!" He yells, his eyes wide with anger , face red. that day was epic.

I shake my head, frowning.

"Selen, what time is it?" I asked loudly.

"it's 12:14 PM, slave two." She replies.

Slave, slave, slave! I know that i am a slave.

"Would you stop calling me that?" I groan, really annoyed.

"I apologize but i can't." She says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because i can't call you by your first name, it's against the rules, rule number two hundred thirty four-never address a slave by her first name-but i can call you Mrs.Hudson if you would like." She suggests.

"Okay, its better than slave two." I sigh.

"I won't, i like to annoy you." She replies smugly.

I narrow my eyes and shake my head.

Well i sure have a wonderful company for the rest of the day.

Yaay!

I thought for a while, staring deep at the ceiling, i don't know why does it attracts me but every memory comes back to me and i suddenly remember Zayn mentioning having a slave before me.

The one that he murderd her. My subconscious remark.

I don't know the truth behind that murder thing and i sure want to know.