CHAPTER NINE
The Prince signaled a servant over to us as he walked up to the staircase.
“Get Percy and Theresa to get her ready for me. They know what to do.” He commanded and walked away, leaving me looking like a fool right there.
I couldn't stop the tears that poured from my eyes as I was taken to a room on the same floor and was bathed, powdered and had perfume spritzed all over me.
“Don't worry, he's very gentle and he won't hurt you. Master is one of the good ones, okay?” The lady, Theresa said, adding to the myriad of advice and encouragement she had been dishing at me all through the night.
I wish I could tell her to shut it but it wasn't her fault, she was just doing her job.
But then, I wondered how they knew what exactly they had to do.
Maybe he was bringing in a new girl every night, he was the most eligible bachelor of the entire planet, it made sense. I mean, he literally had a unit dedicated to ‘getting them ready’ for him.
I tried steeling my mind so I could be ready for the inevitable but it just wasn't working.
I totally envisioned a different situation today. I was supposed to be bought by a moderate, he would have sex with me in a very nice way and I won't feel too bad about it because they were actually nice people and then once I have the child, I'll run back immediately. We were basically supposed to be just surrogates, not a whole ass wife!
And to such a horrible alien, nonetheless.
I couldn't bring myself to do it.
“Can I, um maybe have some alcohol? Maybe that would help me,” I requested from Theresa as she finished buttoning the sexy nightgown they made me wear.
“I guess that'll be alright. Is it your first time?” She asked as she brought out a flask from her pocket.
I nodded.
“Shit. Well, take as much as you want, you're gonna need it. I hear Master is a monster in the sheets,” she whispered conspiratorially while laughing.
But I couldn't laugh, no, I was terrified.
He was indeed a monster and I was being led like a lamb to the slaughter to his room while everyone watched me like a freak.
I knew their extended hearing abilities would give them the opportunity to hear me scream and they'll relish in it. The thought made me gag.
I hated everything about the aliens that took our planet away from us and taunted us with a facade of it, using us as they saw fit.
As we approached the bedroom, my feet felt heavy and tears were already pouring out of my eyes. I hated this new part of me that teared up so easily. I used to be strong, stubborn and courageous. Roe depended on me to get us out of trouble all through our childhood and my little sister literally believes I and my late elder brother are superheroes so this cry baby situation wasn't appealing but I couldn't help it.
I'd walked into unfamiliar grounds and I didn't know what I was doing or how to navigate it.
When Theresa led me into the room, she walked around me and locked the door, leaving me to my fate.
I looked around the room and even in my dazed state, I could see how affluent it was. Plush bed, Persian rug, a bottle of wine and glasses were on the settee and the size of the room alone pointed to the fact that the owner was a Prince.
The color themes were a combination of gold and black, making it look really masculine and giving it a rich aura.
“How long are you going to stand there gawking? The faster we get to it, the faster you can go to sleep as you requested,” he said, startling me from my reverie.
Then I finally took a look at him as I walked closer.
He was finely sculpted and handsome. His obsidian black hair had a few silver strands at the edge which he swiped away as he watched my approaching figure. I wasn't a pro when it came to sex but by the look in eyes, it was obvious he liked what he was seeing and his scaly tale was flickering excitedly so that gave it away too.
But all of these characteristics didn't quell the anger in me. If he was anyone else, this would have been a great night but this was Prince Xavier Morgan, the crowned Prince of the old and the new planet and he was ruthless, wicked and obviously hated me.
I guess I now know why he bought me. I wouldn't have hated my Jamaican roots for anything but these curves that they gave me. It was what brought me into this predicament.
I finally got within a few feet away from him and I stopped, my body close to shaking with trepidation and fear.
Fear of what might happen if I insist on not doing what he demanded and fear that no matter what I did, even scream, no one would come for me.
So for the umpteenth time today, as I stood before his Majesty, the future King, I wept.
But he didn't give flimsy fuck.
No, he simply grabbed my hands and drew me into his lap and sat my quivering body on his hard cock.
“There's nothing to be scared of, little girl. You'll get used to it, okay? Now relax, or else, this would hurt,” he whispered as he lifted me up and spread my legs apart.
But I couldn't do it. I couldn't allow him to take me so brazenly so I began thrashing, crying and screaming for him to stop.
And he did.
He threw me away from his body like I was filthy.
“What is wrong with you? I'm the Prince of two damn worlds and I have women, both Zorvathans and humans alike, dying for a piece of me, how the hell are you different?!” He roared and walked away in anger and I quickly got up and began opening doors, seeking for a bathroom.
Instead the first two were just closets that were bigger than our sitting room and kitchen combined back at home. I saw my bag placed on the ground but feminine clothes that surpassed any boutique I'd ever walked into were nearly arranged in the closet. Surprisingly, they were my exact size. I didn't stress about how they got that accurately, I just picked a top and shorts and continued my search.
When I opened the third door, it did lead to the bathroom, I ran into it and began undressing, taking off the offensive lingerie I was given and throwing it in the bin. In normal circumstances, it was actually beautiful and would probably drive a man crazy but right now, I hated it. It only served to remind me of how he looked at me like he wanted to devour me.
I bathed again, washing my body like it was offensive. I scrubbed until I was literally red, my tears and the water mixing together in the big bath.
I finally finished up and got out of the bath. I dressed up in normal clothes and took a deep breath.
I was done crying. From here on, I was going to make plans on how to get out of here no matter what happens.
I refuse to spend the rest of my life with this monster.
Then I opened the door and he was back, properly dressed and all my self assuring peptalk flew out the gigantic glass windows.
“Where will I sleep?” I asked timidly.
“That side of the bed is yours,” he replied, pointing to the side close to the wall.
He's got to be joking
“What? We're sharing a room?” I asked incredulously.
“Of course. You're my wife, are you not?” He asked, looking at me expectantly but I was speechless.
I couldn't make any more fuss after what had happened earlier, I was wise enough to pick my battles so I went to where he had pointed earlier and lay down.
As I began to process my entire day and what direction my life was heading towards, I heard tiny, drowsy sounds coming from him; he was fast asleep and maybe intentionally or by mistake, i don't know which, his tail found its way to my body, curling around my hand and I didn't have the mind to take it off.
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