Chapter 51

Before she could apprehend, she was thrown inside the bedroom and heard the door being locked. Emma gulped, swallowing the fear that was rising inside her. She was terrified to look behind her because she knew he was standing. He was standing right behind her. She knew the moment she would turn around; his cold eyes will confront hers. The fear would be so intense that she would not be able to move. She would want to run for the door, but the door was locked. She would be thrown inside again by the Devil who was ready to assault her anytime he desired.

So, she didn't turn around. She didn't look behind, instead, she stared out the window that was right beside the bed. The bedroom was astonishing, it was massive, more than 500 square feet. That was the biggest bedroom she had ever laid her eyes on. The sheets were painted with navy blue and white shade, the blanket was lying peacefully on top of the bedsheets and the two pearly white pillows were resting on the head of the bed. She could tell by just looking at the bed that it wasn't touched for a long time but it was clean, the bedsheet was so precise as if someone had just ironed it. Her eyes laid on the flowers on every flower vase she could spot in the room.

Blue orchids.

She loved orchids. She loved blue orchids. And Alexander knew that, he had his men almost buy the entire flower shop for those blue orchids. Every flower vase had orchids beautifully decorated and placed in them. The walls around her weren't plain cream-white tincture, it was colored with light baby blue. She loved light colors. She loved colors that would brighten up the room, Emma believed bright colors bring happiness in the house, in the bedrooms, in a person's life.

So, she looked around, trying to find a tad little happiness that might be hiding somewhere in the edges of the room but she found none. Because her happiness didn't exist in that room, it didn't exist in Alexander's life, her tormentor's life who had only tormented her in the past and she perceived his torments weren't coming to an abrupt stop. He brought her to his penthouse so that he could carry on his torment without anyone acknowledging his actions.

Perhaps, he was never bothered about others finding out about his affliction in Emma. Who would risk their life by standing against Alexander King?

But Emma didn't want to give in to him. She wanted to save her dignity. She viewed Alexander as nothing but a heartless monster. An atrocious and outrageous man who would go to any extent to get what he wanted. Alexander was wrong if he thought he could get his way with Emma, even by forcefully bringing her to his penthouse. At least, that was what Emma was thinking. The misconception was, was Alexander's barrier that easy to pass for Emma?

She closed her eyes and rotated her body and came to an abrupt stop when she acknowledged where he could be standing still. She didn't look up when her eyes opened. Her body was shuddering badly and she began to take a few steps back. The bedroom was massive and it had enough space for her to run away from him and run to the opposite side. But where else she could run? The door was locked and Alexander was standing before her.

"Look at me, Emma," his hoarse voice spoke. She obeyed and looked up at him and she wished she didn't. He was standing in front of her in nothing but a pair of boxers. She gasped in surprise and her hand involuntarily went to her mouth muffling the loud astonished gasps that were eager to leave her mouth.

To say she was scared would be an understatement, she felt like the world had lost its normalcy in privacy as if there was no privacy in the world, she lived in. Or maybe Alexander didn't want any privacy in his world with Emma.

He took long strides towards her; she took a few steps back. He got angry and grabbed her arms tightly. She flinched and clawed at his hands, trying her best to pry his grip off of her. But he didn't budge. Emma's fear grew in ever passing seconds, her body wanted to give up on her, her legs were going weak and if her tormentor didn't have a stronghold on her, she would've fallen onto the floor.

Her fear turned into anxiety and her anxiety turned into a great agony when her mind couldn't speculate on Alexander's upcoming actions anymore. That was until he spoke up.

"Stop running away from me, Emma. You will only bring hazard on you," he was right. Emma's continuous effort of getting away from him was only infuriating him more. Her gaze fell onto his half-naked body. She had never seen him with only in boxer before, she had never seen him like that in that close direction.

She observed how his muscles flexed when his grip was tightening at her every movement. His shoulders were broad, his legs were long and well-muscled. His well-built body was often visible through the clothes, but in his seminude state, his body was more definite. She looked down at his body and looked straight at his stomach. She frowned in confusion when a big grim scar was spotted by her. It was ragged but visible, it looked like an old wound like someone had slashed his skin ages ago but the scar never left his body. It was a livid and large transversal.

How did he get this scar?

Her curious mind questioned. Alexander followed her gaze on his abdomen and clenched his teeth together. He squeezed his eyelids together and opened them, it was fortunate that emm6 wasn't staring at him, his eyes portrayed the decades-old anger and agony.

The gaze he had on Emma would've scared anyone who would be seeing those icy cold grey eyes. When he perceived Emma's eyes weren't looking away, he pulled her towards him and their body smashed against each other. He gripped her jaw in a tight hold and fisted her hair with the other hand. A scream of pain left her mouth when he aggressively pulled on her hair; her head tilted on the back. Alexander's orbs fell on her neck where the mark was visible. He smirked in victory.

Now, everyone would know you belong to me, Emma.

He loosened his hold on her and threw her on the bed. She instantly crawled away from him and sat on the edge of the bed with her knees against her chest and her arms wrapped around her knees. She was terrified of Alexander; how could someone be as heartless as him? She was afraid he was going to put his immoral hands on her body again, against her will.

But instead of moving close to her, he walked to the bedside window and shut the curtains, he repeated with all the other windows and walked back to the bed.

"Relax Emma. I'm not planning to do anything with you yet," he chuckled. She was so petite and fragile for him, the way she curled up herself in a ball away from him, it only amused him.

"I'm assuming you are just as fatigued as I am. So, I suggest you go to sleep. You have a long day ahead," He said and pulled her down on the bed in a position where she could lie down comfortably. But she wasn't comfortable, not when he was around her. She looked at him with fear written all over her face.

Is he serious? How could he think I will sleep anywhere near him?

He lied down beside her and covered their bodies with a comforter. He knew Emma was cold, her body wouldn't stop shivering. The comforter would bring some warmth all over her body. He pulled her small body to him and she immediately turned away from him. He chuckled lightly at her uneasiness but didn't force her to look at him. Guess he could go one day without her looking at him if it meant the back of her body would be pressed against his. His strong arm was tightly swaddled around her like some sweater.

Her bottom was pressed against his stomach, he felt it difficult to not bend her over the bed and have his way with her but he was tired and so was she.

Besides that, he wanted to wait. No, he didn't care about her consent, he was going to have her by hook or by crook. He wanted to wait for the right moment when he could make it special for both of them. He wanted to give her so much pleasure that she had never encountered before. He would never let any other man put their filthy hands on her. He gritted his teeth and held her tight.

No, she was his. Only his. And no one else would ever change it.

***

An hour has passed and Emma was still squeezed against Alexander's hard body. She tried to move herself out of his hold but every time she would move his hold only got stronger. So, she gave up trying for a while.

They had been on his bed for almost four hours, she had been struggling to get out of his bed for an hour. She did try to go back to sleep but sleep never came along.

While she was tightly held against her oppressor, she began to plan her escape. She didn't know how she was going to do that, but she was confident she would at least make one attempt to regain her freedom. The penthouse wasn't that big, although his penthouse looked more ravish it was small compared to his other house. She couldn't get to see how many guards could be outside, she only spotted a few maids working inside the house, but they ignored her as if she didn't exist.

Her mind wandered off to Caroline, she was worried about her. Emma couldn't contact her for weeks and she knew Caroline would be expecting her for Christmas which was in only a few weeks.

Alexander King was a dangerous man, a vicious monster in disguise of flesh and blood. If she failed to escape, he would compel her to see hell on the earth.

All of a sudden, a flow of terror rose in her and she forced herself to demolish it inside her. If her fear came in between her and her escaping plan, the chances of failure would be high. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.

At the same time, she felt Alexander's grip loosen around her, she took it as a chance to slide away from him. Luckily, she didn't wake him up. He was sleeping calmly.

Firstly, she walked into the bathroom and did her business in there. Standing before the sink, she gazed at her reflection. She still looked tired. Her eye bags were in a darker shade, and her lips were still the natural pink but had the hue of paleness on them. Her hair was in a complete mess, she tried to loosen her tangles with the help of her fingers which resulted in her hissing in pain every time she would pull her hair accidentally. There wasn't even any hairbrush she could use so she gave up the thought of fixing her hair.

Emma walked out of the bathroom and looked around the room. The bedroom was truly decorated beautifully. It was massive!

She walked towards the huge closet with various types of decorations that she had mistaken for a wall. On her right side, there was a sectional sofa of thick black material and a few cushions kept precisely on it. There was a round table in front of the sofa, and she spotted some of the papers were scattered on it.

She usually never sneaked on anyone's things before, but since Alexander's book had caught her attention, she began to observe every single thing he had to inspect if she could find anything useful. She picked up the papers and frowned. It wasn't a book neither was it any official file. There were some writings on them. She bit her lip, thinking over and over if she should read them.

But the escaping plan never left her mind, if she wanted her plan to be successful, she had to do it. She shifted her eyes back to the paper. It looked like a poem to her as she read it out. When she opened the door for me of my house for the first time,

The panic on her face was the evidence of the fear flooding out of her,

When her green emerald eyes met with my cold grey ones,

I knew she was mine.

When a tear slipped from her eyes and rolled down her flushed cheek,

when the air around us became thick and began to suffocate me,

I knew she was in an awaiting predicament.

When for the first time I observed her in my doorway with a tray of food in her hands,

I knew who she was and what was her engagement.

When I conceded that the luxurious 500 square feet bedroom isn't enough for me to effuse the vehemence.

I knew I needed assistance,

From her.

That solitary moment was all that took me to,