We were both quiet at the table.

After he really fucked me until I begged, Zayn had a quick shower first. I had a bath after, that consisted of Zayn bathing me and whispering nice things in my ear as he made sure I had no more shampoo in my hair. He was so gentle, it was weird to think that he had just made me cry from how rough he was being. I couldn't properly sit at the table, my ass hurt so bad from the spanking. When I looked into the mirror after my bath, while Zayn put clothes out for me on the bed, I noticed how purple and red it was. It matched my neck and legs, at least.

Now we were both sitting at the table, or actually he was sitting on the chair while I sat on his lap, and all I could do was look at him. He looked so content eating his cereal and watching the TV.

"I have something to show you," He said all of a sudden, "you know what it is, I told you earlier."

My stomach flopped. "I don't want to see it."

I squirmed on his lap, but my body ached so badly. "If you keep squirming, i'll bend you over this table and fuck you again. I'm showing you the video, you're going to watch it. Once you do, everything will be fine."

I sighed, giving in. I was nervous and petrified at whatever was on that video. It couldn't be good if Zayn ended up with blood on his shirt and bruised knuckles. I had no idea what he had done and I was too scared to let my mind wander so I could try to figure it out.

He unlocked his phone while chewing on a spoonful of cheerios. I couldn't understand how he could eat when he was still buzzed, I felt nauseous enough.

"Okay, here we go." He held the phone with both hands, tilting it so the video took up the entire screen. Immediately, all I saw was a familiar brick wall. I had seen the building before but my mind wasn't cooperating with helping me figure out where.

"There, there, throw him there!" I heard an unfamiliar voice, I assumed this was Harry. "Liam, throw him there!"

Zayn appeared out of nowhere, with who I assumed was Liam. They were dragging a man who couldn't walk at all, until they threw him forcefully against the wall. I could only watch as his blood left prints everywhere. His clothes was torn and bloodied, he moaned out in pain with every little movement.

"Zoom in, mate," I hear Zayn say, "Zoom in."

Harry chuckled and did as Zayn told him. I gasped in terror and surprise as my godfather looks into the camera. Both of his eyes are swollen like baseballs and black almost. His lip is split in the weirdest, most disgusting way, and it makes me nauseous to think about how it got that way. His nose bleed profusely, it looks broken in too many different ways.

"Say hi to your god daughter, you fucking pig." Zayn taunts, "She's mine. You hear that, Sammy boy? She's mine."

Liam gets really close to the camera and then out of the way, only to appear seconds later with an actual baseball bat in his hand.

"Okay, okay," Sam spits blood, he struggles to even get the simplest words out.

"He thinks we're done with him!" Liam chuckled, kicking him right in the stomach.

"Anastasia is mine, Sam. She's my property, she belongs to me. You got it?"

When the broken man doesn't answer, Zayn grows visibly agitated. "You're not gonna fuck her again, you understand? Her pussy is mine. You're a fucking disgrace you know that? You hurt her. She was only 13. A 13 year old girl, you're a joke. A sad fucking excuse for a man."

It makes me uneasy how he knows this about me. I know that it's Sam who's told him all about how we began. I move around, sick to my stomach.

I don't want to know how this ends. I don't want to keep watching. I feel like i'm going to throw up. I'm wide eyed and terrified, I can't believe Zayn would be capable of this. And to show it to me afterwards, to have it on his phone like some sort of trophy makes me scared.

"Please, daddy, no more. I feel like I'm gonna be sick," I bury my head in the crook of his neck, feeling his hand rub my back.

He stops the video and puts his phone back on the table. "I'm sorry I showed you that, baby, but you needed to see it."

"Why did I need to see that, Zayn?"

He sighs, his hand caressing my cheek so I look at him. "So you know it's not wise to fuck around. I'd kill someone for you, who else is going to do that for you?"

"No one," I say quietly, "I'm really sorry, for what I said and how I acted."

He gives me a quick kiss on the lips. "It's okay, Ana. I'm sorry I left you here after that, I'm sorry I was so rough earlier. You look so tired."

"I'm in a lot of pain," I confessed.

"I'll take care of you. You need to get some sleep."