Marked

Zion's Pov.

I dozed off a little after fucking her, and I knew it went a little out of hand, but she did enjoy it do; I felt her soaked pussy clench around my cock. I took some pills before getting here to mend a headache I been having the whole day, but I must have taken the hard Benz instead of the usual ones. F*ck, I was wasted. I tried to keep my mind steady as it began to wander down a dark path, and I knew I needed to get the f*ck out of here before I did something reckless. But it was hard, the voices are louder than ever, and they are harder to ignore; she's driving me crazy. I heard the shower turn on, and I snapped, knowing she would be standing behind the glass naked and it would be the perfect crime scene, the blood would pour down the drain, and it would be easy to clean. F*ck. I shook my head and closed my eyes while I lit a joint and then got up to get myself a beer from the fridge to distract myself from doing anything reckless.

"You again," I mutter as I saw that guy from before standing in the kitchen eating pizza. "Nice to see you too," He replies as he rolls his eyes at me.

"Do you have a problem with me?" I hissed as I grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"Are you really asking me if I have a problem with you? I'm not the one acting like a jerk. I tried to be nice earlier, but you were the one who acted out!" He replies, and I turned around to face him. "I'm going to let that one slip, but I suggest you change your attitude before I change it for you!" I roared as I open the beer can. "Are you threatening me, Zion?" He replies and walks up in front of me. "No, I'm not threatening you; I am just stating my actions, Dicky!" I replied as I took a sip from the beer while we kept staring at each other.

"Hey, back off, both of you!" Sheila shouted as she ran up next to us and pulled us away from each other. "What the f*ck is going on? Seriously? You are both acting like a pair of idiots." I took another sip of the beer and pulled Sheila into my arms.

"It's okay, honey. No need to worry. We were just talking." I replied and kissed her hard on her mouth and felt her melt in my arms and saw how Dicky clenched his fists when I did. Oh, my assumptions were accurate, then; he did have a thing for my girl.

I felt it right away in the hallway before. Little D*cky wanted what was mine, but I was not going anywhere. "Let's get back to bed. I am not done with you," I mumble in Sheila's ear as I nibbled it playfully. "Okay, night, Rick," Sheila said, grabbed my hand to lend me back to her room.

Sheila's Pov.

Zion was naked next to me on the bed, and we shared a joint while he was sipping on a beer. "Now, let's play that game I was talking about earlier."

Zion stood on his feet, walked through the room, locked the door, and grabbed the bag he had with him.

"What are you doing, Zion?" I asked and sat up in the bed and starred on his back. He rummaged around in his bag and then turned to me and fired a nasty smile. I felt a shiver, and my heartbeat began to increase. He gazed at me and raised an eyebrow before breaking the silence with a low and raspy voice.

"Zion is not here anymore." He replies while his grin started to fade away.

"Zion, this isn't funny; quit playing around," I uttered nervously and tried to keep my voice calm and steady. Truth to be told. I was terrified to even more terrified when I recall him telling me about his other side. I winced as he rushed over the room and grabbed my wrists, and locked them into a pair of handcuffs.

"What the hell Zion? Let go of me!" I shouted and started to fight him off of me. I felt his hand smack me across the face, and then he pushed me down on the Madras. With a burning cheek and ringing ears, I felt the coldness of metal around my wrists lingered onto my bared skin, and I was scared. Zion pulled my hands above my head and then held me down on the Madras with the weight of his body. He took a rope, tied it around the middle of the handcuffs, and fastened it to my headboard.

"What the hell, Zion?" I shouted, and the uncertainty crept on me.

He sat cross-legged over me with a wicked smile and caressed my breasts with his fingers before he slid down and sat over my legs. "What are you doing?" I utter nervous as I tried to yank my hands out of the handcuffs.

Zion kept ignoring me, and I usually do not mind playing these games if I am aware of the starting point. But Zion's silence freaked me out. And this game made me shudder. "Your body looks so clean and untouched. It feels like something is missing." He mumbled with a low voice and let his finger play around in circular motions on my thigh. I could see his face lacked any emotions while he spoke. He was blank. I started to panic now. What the fuck is he up to? "Zion, what are you up to?" I whispered and tried to get his eye contact. I searched his face for any sign of the Zion I knew and tried to get his attention.

But he kept his sight over my lower body for a moment before he stood up again and walked over to his bag, and reached down and grabbed something. He pulled out a piece of fabric that looked like a scarf and got back over me.

"You talk too much, babe." He mumbles and ties it around my head and pushed it in my mouth with an amused smile. "Seriously?"

I tried to speak out, but I was held back by the scarf, and only a muffled sound came out. He went back to his bag one more time, and this time I saw something in metal in his hand when he went back towards the bed. Fuck. A knife? He sat down over my legs in bed and hovers over me. He let the tip of the blade slides over my left thigh with a tilted head. "I just figured out what your skin is missing." He whispered with an emotionless expression. No, no. Seconds later, I felt the knife, pierce through my skin, and my whole body stiffens by the sudden pain that was shooting through my body. I began to whimper in pain as he continued to carve with the sharp edge into my thigh. I tried to yank my hands free from the handcuffs while my body writhed in pain. I could feel the warm blood drip down my leg.

I sobbed silently, knowing that no one could hear me. A dark shadow was hanging across Zion's face. His eyes were so black and cold, "Zion, please. Stop hurting me." I pleaded with a muffled voice, desperate to reach through to him. But his whole expression screamed senselessly. "Ah, this is much better," Zion mumbled after a while, and I couldn't feel the knife piercing through my skin anymore. He gazed at my leg with an admiring look on his face, and his hand caresses my leg. He gave me a crooked smile and stretched out his hand, and caught a tear that ran down my cheek.

"This is nothing to cry over. Now you bear my mark. Now everyone will know that you belong to me."

I shudder. I could not believe the words that this monster just told me. Zion carved and marked my leg like I was a fucking animal? My heart was racing, and it felt like it would jump out of my chest. I closed my eyes and tried to convince myself that this was just a bad dream. This had not happened. But then he started rubbing his hand over my p*ssy, and he licked around the mark on my thigh like he was testing my blood. I kept my eyes closed and tried to think of something else, anything but him. He widened my legs apart and then came over me and thrusts his c*ck into my vagina, and this time he pounded me hard from the beginning until I felt his c*ck expand inside me, and Zion's c*ck shoots loads of c*m inside me. He lays down on top of me, and I tilted my head away from his, not wanting to have him touch me again. I was disgusted by him right now. But I know better than to upset him. He was unpredictable.

He mumbled something that I couldn't hear clearly and then roll off, off me next to my side. Zion reached over me and unlocked the handcuffs around my wrists before he lay down, and I waited for what felt like an eternity until I heard him snore. I sat up and rubbed my hand over my wrist before taking off the scarf from my head. With closed eyes, I quietly counted to three before looking down at my thigh. The sight I was met by was horrific, and my body began to shake uncontrollably when I could see a "Z" under the blood that was everywhere, and my whole leg was pounding in pain. It occupied a large part of the thigh and appeared profound. Why did he do this to me? I glanced down over him and could see that he was heavenly in sleep by now. With silent movements, I managed to rise and go into the bathroom. The shower was running, and I got in under the showerhead and faced down and cried silently from the pain I felt when the water ran over the wound, and it was stained by the blood as it ran down the drain. This was the breaking point for me. I needed to end this between us. Now. But I feared that it would be nothing that could be done quickly. He won't let me go leave willingly, and I regretted everything.

I knew I should have listened to my brother. I should have listened to Zion's warnings. Even Celine warned me at the very first beginning. My heart and my body wanted him, regardless of what anyone had said. And now I was paying the price for my own wicked desires.

I slid down on the floor and leaned my back against the wall while hiding my face in my hands. I sat there for a while but was reminded quickly of the pounding wound on my thigh. I looked at it again and saw that the blood was still seeping out from it. I got up and turned off the water before stepping out beside the shelf next to the sink, taking out a clean towel, and bathed over the wound. I opened one of the drawers and picked up a bottle of alcohol opened the lid. I took a new towel sitting on the counter, and I bit it hard before pouring liquor on the wound. I screamed out of pain when the liquid penetrated the acid-like tears were streaming down my cheeks. I bathed the wound with a wet cloth one last time before compressing it and wrapping a bandage around my thigh. I washed my hands and face in cold water because my eyes were red and swollen from the tears. My damp hair was glued against my body. I glanced around and saw that my wrists had also started showing bruises. I experienced a great deal of physical pain, but my mind was numb. It seemed unreal to me that this had not happened to me. It was just a horrible movie, a nightmare.

With a wrapped towel around me, I walked into my bedroom again, and I froze when I saw Zion move around in the bed. Instinctively I held my breath while gazing at him. My heartbeat began to race inside my chest when I heard him mumble something. He rolled around in the bed for a few seconds before he was still again, and I heard him begin to snore loudly. I sighed out in relief and ran into my closet, and got dressed in a pair of loose pants and a sweatshirt. I left the bedroom with silent steps and closed the door behind me before I walked into the kitchen and poured up a glass of whiskey. I drank up the liquid in a sip and poured myself another glass before I went out on the balcony next to the kitchen and sat down in the corner of the sofa. I wrapped a blanket around me and lit a cigarette. I glanced out over the central Park and sipped on my whiskey while puffing the cigarette, and began to wonder when my life went wrong. But I instantly pushed away those thoughts. No need to dwell on the past at the top of this fucking night I was having. Especially when it was all my fault, to begin with. I took a sip from the glass and realized that it was already empty. I sighed and stood up and went back into the kitchen and brought the whole bottle with me. I drank and smoked until I realized that I drank what was left of the bottle before falling asleep.