The Alien King's Alluring Obsession

Edna

The moving box stopped.

A few seconds flew by and a detached click sounded. I knew it was from the box.

Someone rolled the curtains upwards before pushing the door of the box open. I came out of the box slowly.

Two servants were beside the box. One was closer to the door of the box. He should be the one that opened the door for me. "Miss Edna. Please, follow me." The servant that opened the door said.

The other one remained behind the box.

I nodded.

We were in a medium-sized room. It was filled with items that had been covered with a golden cloth. It was hard to see what was under the cloth. The servant walked out of the room. Immediately, I followed.

We didn't go too far. He brought me to a door. The door was beautiful. It was made from some kind of unknown material and engravings were on the door. The servant twisted the doorknob before he pushed it open. He didn't go in.

The servant looked at me. His free hand pointed into the room. I got the memo. I walked into the room slowly.

The door closed behind me. The room I walked into was breathtaking. It had all the necessary facilities.

Another door was connected to the wall near the entrance. That door might lead to a bathroom.

A huge bed took up most of the space in the room. The rest of the space was filled with minimalistic decoration and furniture.

A man was sitting on the bed.

His heated gaze landed on me the moment I walked in.

I swallowed the lump in my throat before breathing deeply. I walked to the bed at a turtle's pace.

I wished time would stand still. That would be so great.

Finally, against my wishes, I got to the bed. The man's eyes were shining brightly. The anticipation in his eyes for what he thought would come was disgusting to see.

His large hand shot out and grabbed my elbow. His lips curled into a smile.

I bit my lip. The pain from my violent bite brought psychological tears to my eyes. I tried not to blink.

I wanted to cement the glassy eye look I was going for in this stranger's heart.

"Why are you so slow?" The man asked in dissatisfaction.

I didn't speak.

A while later, he replied to his own question.

His other hand smacked his forehead softly, "Oh my! I have forgotten that this is your first time. It seems you are truly as innocent as they advertised. Alright, let daddy teach you the rules of transcendental satisfaction." The area his hand was on felt like it was infected and diseased.

I wanted to scrape every bit of flesh away from that area. My wishes were just wishes though, the nature can't change anytime soon. Reality was unforgiving.

Mr Blake's hand creeped upwards. My other hand landed on his erratic limb.

Another layer of dissatisfaction was in his pupils, "Why are you stopping me?"

I needed sincere emotions and tears to back up my next action. My mind traveled to the moment Tyler died. The despair, pain, sadness that accompanied that moment appeared.

My eyes watered. This time, I didn't need any pinches as an assistive tool.

"Sir, I know you paid for me and the money you paid for my first night was expensive. Still, this lowly girl has a wish she want to realize. You are great, mighty and you are charismatic. You are the only person I saw in the audience that could fulfill my wish." I mumbled, "Your greatness was too blinding to ignore. That was why I kept staring at you, hoping I could catch your eye."

The room was quiet, so my words were clear and penetrating. The annoyance and dissatisfaction on Mr Blake's face faded away.

Sympathy took the place of those emotions.

I felt the urge to roll my eyes. Mr Blake must be feeling like he was a knight in shiny armor right now.

Anyway, I was going to let the man have his moment.

"What is your wish? If I can fulfill your desire, I will." Mr Blake said with conviction.

"Mr Blake, you know I am a brothel girl. I was sold to this brothel by my sister. She was jealous of me and all the attention I was getting. All my life, I have always been a romantic girl. I don't want my first time to be with anybody. I want it to be special. I am thankful that you are the one that would get my virginity." I said.

Mr Blake didn't interrupt me.

"The only thing I want to ask for is simple. I want you to spend a day with me romantically. At night, we can do whatever you want me to do. I won't bend when you want me to be straight." I spun the fake background with tears in my eyes. Mr Blake's eye softened. He almost looked like a kind elder next door.

"I can fulfill your wish. It is nothing serious. I promise you, your first time is going to be special. You are not going to lose it in a mundane way." He promised.

I forced a smile on my lips, "Thank you so much, Mr Blake. I can't thank you enough. Mr Blake, would it be pushing my luck if I said I wanted that special day between the two of us to be at your house?"

To be honest, I looked down on someone like Mr Blake. My condescension was why I picked him. He was easily enamoured by women.

I was sure he would have seen numerous women in his life but, he was still like this.

Anyways, I was happy that his character could work for my good.

"Edna." Mr Blake's voice was soft, "You are not pushing your luck. You are just making a request. I understand your view."

I blinked rapidly, "Mr Blake, you are a good man. I am worried about something though. Madam Tayo, the brothel owner might frown upon the fact that I didn't let you have my first night at this moment. I am scared of her punishment." "Should I talk to her for you? Don't worry, she won't do anything to you. Don't be too scared." Mr Blake sighed.

"Mr Blake, can you tell Madam Tayo that you want me to have my first night at your house. I would love it if some of my friends followed along too. Don't be mistaken, I want you to myself but, I need company too. My friends can accompany your friends or something. It will be best if there was a party. I have never seen what that looked like in my whole life." I said.

I dropped all the implicit and explicit hints.

A look of realization flashed through Mr Blake's eyes. My heart skipped a beat.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Did this man know what I was driving at? He shouldn't know I wanted to escape from his house.

"Alright, I would do as you say. I got a promotion recently and a party is scheduled for tomorrow. I will talk to Madam Tayo about taking you and some other girls with me today." Mr Blake explained, "I would make sure your lifelong wishes come true."

"Saying thank you is not enough to encompass the feelings I have for you. You might think brothel ladies are frivolous and promiscuous. You might think we can't love people sincerely. I am pleased to debunk that theory. Right now, you have my heart." I said my appreciation in a teary tone.

Mr Blake stood up and walked to the door. He pushed the door open.

The servant that brought me to this place was standing on the other side of the door.

I don't know if he heard everything Mr Blake and I said. I hope not.

"Help me get Madam Tayo to this place. I have something to discuss with her. Be prompt about it." Mr Blake instructed.

The servant nodded before glancing at me.

He turned around to leave a few seconds later.

Mr Blake shut the door and walked back to the bed.

He sat down comfortably before patting the space beside him.

Every cell in my body screamed in resistance but I have no choice fulfill his request.

This sacrifice was necessary. I plastered a smile on my lips and climbed unto the bed through the available side.

Mr Blake's hand dropped on my shoulder. With a little effort, he pulled me to his torso.

Disgust welled from the depth of my body.

I pushed the urge to puke down.

'Freedom. I was chasing freedom. I would soon be free.' I continued repeating the words related to freedom. It would act as a morale boost.

I don't want to destroy everything I worked for by throwing Mr Blake's arm away.

I don't want to lose.