Chapter 7 The World's Most Dangerous Predator

Liliana Roslyn's POV.

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My heart race fast in anticipation of the obscure happenings on the outside. My mind's lace with horror thoughts.

Linda's limply frame rest against mine within the protective globe that commander Lucas made to encrypt us.

Soon a vigorous burning force hits the coating from outside, vividly turning it into an intense reddish force that continuously melt the icing. The once obscure outside starts to get lucid.

I reflexively leans forward, stretching out my hands to catch linda's frame that almost floppily lands on the ground immediately after which the icing melt completely.

As soon as I lay down Linda on the asphalt ground, my gaze meet with commander Lorenzo who looks exhausted.

He turns his back at me and walk through the scattered-fragments fires lying everywhere. The fire seems not to affect him as he passes through, not even a scrap of his cloth burns.

He stops when he gets to another frame lying on the ground, whom I can't see clearly due to the heavy burnings separating us.

He bends down leaning closer to the frame and I can hear him giving orders to the guards, especially Roland - Commander Lucas' furious driver something concerning Linda and I, and some other whispering things I couldn't hear.

Taking some steps forward as soon as reality kicks in. I horrifically watch the catastrophic area with my hands covering my opened-mouth.

Roaring engines of different kinds of vehicle fills the air, among them are sirens of ambulance. Emits are being transferred out of the half-destroyed building of the referendarius.

Some are being transferred to the ambulance, mostly covered by their own blood dripping down profusely. While some of the emits are being taking to the other vehicles, their heads cover with black sack cloth, surely for them not to see.

According to what I'm presently seeing- I'm pretty sure that the repairment of this area must certainly take years.

I'm too lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Linda has been carried into one of that SUVs while commander Lorenzo is no where to be found.

My body suddenly bolt up shockingly in response to a sound that abruptly fill my ear.

"Fucking get in, slave!" Roland yell in a fit of rage at me as he opens the car door.

Deciding it'll be better to heed. I hurriedly walk towards the car that commander Lucas and I came with while dispensing the thoughts from my mind.

My legs hurt like crazy in the process cause by the high heel.

Roland leaves the door open as soon as I'm near and walk to the driver's seat. Then I enter into the backseat, he start off the car after the two SUVs afront us drive ahead.

I cowed on the seat as the car move past, trying to decipher all the sceneries that seems hazy to me. Frightenedness starts to embed me.

This can't be happening, right? Commander Lucas can't leave me as a prey to these benders-predator. Didn't he said it hours ago that he didn't save me so as to pour out all he's known as - callous- on me.

His face shows sincerity... What an actor!

How can I be so incredibly stupid that I'll rely on a commander... And not just any commander but commander Andrew Lucas: The callous, cold-hearted and Europe leader. The closest brother of the king and earns almost the same respect as the king. Also known as the king of some tribe that I don't know of.

My low level of knowledge about benders is really affecting me too much.

Motionally, I jerk forward at the same time snapping out of trance, quickly recomposing myself, I realize we are back at the kingdom.

"Paradise." I said whisperingly to myself.

I notice Roland is alighting from the car and without been told I move my legs to also alight while guards from the other cars rush into- what I'd call 'A paradise Kingdom.'

Roland motion his hands paranormally and levitate it when it's fixed to a particular SUV. The car door opens by itself and Linda's frame afloat and move towards us, mid-air then accordingly next to us on his command.

We enter into the golden marble-glass door that a men in black security door man bender opens for us and soon we pass many suite with fascinating doors connecting to varieties of different rooms, hallways, mostly each with stairs, all laid with red carpets. Hefty muscles securities stands at each door with stoned-face.

Some slaves pass by us on the way, bowing their head and I watch each and every one of them. Is this what I'm going to be?

'No!' I answer in my head.

I'm not a slave. I'm an emit. Isn't that what commander Lucas corrected me on. But emits too... All humans in this world are going to meet a brutal fate whether they like it or not. Just some day and my own day is here. Finally here.

Roland suddenly kneel at nothing causing Linda's frame to almost drop from his power's grip due to frightenedness that I sense in him as we are at a hallway.

I hear clicks of shoe coming near and towards the hallway from behind us.

I could sense a person's presence as the shoe taps stops, followed by a familiar fruity, silvery tone. "Leave us, Roland. I'll take it from here." The stranger said.

Roland nods submissively, stands straight while bowing his head.

He said. "As you wish, your highness." His breathing ragged as he hesitate to continue. "With all due respect, my k..." He suddenly stops, takes to his heel and wobbly walk from the vicinity with Linda's sleeping self.

Now it's my turn to inherit the afraidness. I may be stubborn sometimes, be a girl that gives shit to benders but sometime, you have no choice than to just adhere, be a pretending perfect slave. Suddenly, nervousness cause my throat to itch like as if all my saliva have dried off coupled with rushes of adrenaline swimming profusely inside of me.

I turn to the direction of where the voice come from. A familiar frame stands in front of me and I secretly wrack my brain to know where I could have seen this handsomest.

If I haven't clarify this before... I'm going to now.

All bender are endowed with irresistible beauty. Just one look can make any humans go crazy.

I sometimes wonder, maybe that's how they overthrone.

Yes! I've finally got it.

Its from the stairway, its the sexy chick bender that saved me from that beast-thing.

He takes a step forward and involuntarily a lump goes down my throat as I take a step of mine backward. His eye colour changing as white pigment taint it, with each slow steps he takes.

The wall meet against my back, which means no where to cower to anymore.

"Are you scared?" He asked. His voice sounding hypnotizing.

What! That's all he's got. He's scaring the shit out of me and all he could ask is 'I'm I afraid?'. Heck, no! I'm fucking going to tremble to death if he doesn't back off.

I continue to fix my gaze directly at him, no matter what I'm not going to show him my weakness and I don't care about whatever principle that may oppose this action of mine, all I know is I'm not going to cower anymore. Its Liliana Roslyn.

Suddenly, an unexplainable but pleasurable heat radiate from his body, making me to melt at the closeness of his broad and tall frame. Our skins reacting like that of north and south pole of a magnet. It brings an eclectic feeling that can't be subside but tranquilize.

I couldn't flinch nor move an inch away as he leans closer. Something's  strange about being close with him. Whatever it may be, I couldn't unravel it. Maybe because I don't want to.

My internals screams at me to do something but I couldn't answer their call, guess that's why they did the job by themselves.

My stomach rumbles out loud grudgingly, saving me and at the same time reminding me that I'ven't  eaten since before noon.

A low scoffing comes from him and a smirk paint his gorgeous face. He leans more forwardly and whisper to my ears, his cool breath sending shivers down my spine. "Come on, we have lots to do."

He walk by me to a direction and I mentally curse him as I stay in the same position while trying to figure out what he meant in his last statement.

"You don't wanna stay all day there, especially with that your hungry stomach." He sharply looks over to me, then continue walking. Without glancing, he said. "It wouldn't be good, if you are being detached of all your blood before eating, or don't you think?"

Why does all benders that I've met, all have a ridiculous way of speaking. I think what he meant is; if I stay alone out here then any bender can pick me up and taint all my blood.

"Don't tell me what to do!" I snap at him before stompingly following behind him. Well I have no choice than to.

I may be afraid but still I'ven't lost my furious self. Even though I may be all surrounded by my race's predators, still that doesn't mean I should be as they wanted- fragile and vulnerable.

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We stop in front of a door and to my surprise there are no men in black security door man here.

The door automatically opens for him as he stands in front of it, leading to a room. He enters before me, the technical sound of the robotic door closing, lowly fills the aura as I take few steps forward.

"Its the douche bag's room!" I remark through thoughts.

I thought as mighty as the king is, it means no one has the privilege to enter into his room, but why would this stranger bring me here unless he's... Immediately my brain put two and two together, realizing the truth with wide-eyed in dazzlement.

"He's the fucking king! The king of all benders! The world most dangerous predator!" I yell thoughty.

His movement toward me is supernatural - One if his hands caught my head while another tuck in my abdomen closer to him, preventing me from falling from shock.

Well it isn't my fault, not every human would have the chance to sight the king and stay alive especially after yelling at him. About that I'm still surprised that he didn't get provoked by the stunt.

I reflexively back away from him as massive rush of bad thought hit me. I may not value my life but still, you know... Not all day is it, you see two commanders and the King. Especially on the same day. Its may even kill some.

Once I regain stability even though myself know its useless, that's if my hundred percent guessing is actually correct. I quickly rush to the opposite side of the room.

The king looks exhilarate rather than its opposite, perhaps he's seen more of this acting, from many uncountable humans.

Of course! He'd have. He's the barbaric ruler of them all. He's killed many humans and seen them do the exact same thing - cowering in fear, trembling at his presence. He for sure wouldn't be surprise at this little acting of mine.

He inhumanly move and leans against the small bed side table as he teasingly speaks. "First time knowing my identity, and all you could compliment is the world most dangerous predator. Actually that's the cutest compliment I've ever received. I already know that choosing you as my emit will have no regret attached." He made a self-assuring smile.

"Oh! Thanks for receiving the compliments. Why the hell would you choose me as your emit? It not like you all of a sudden became someone with good heart. You are known to kill all humans you chose, immediately."

"Wow! Nothing less to expect from a human girl that tricked a hospes into trap, or should I say..." The king touches his jaw in a thoughtful-like gesture. "... Beast thing."

"What the hell are you sayi..." I got cut off.

The king said as he took few steps towards me. "Now shut up, and behave like a good emit that you are.  Understood?" He asked more of a statement than a question. "You've missed dinner. So I made a food arrangement for you. It'll soon be brought in." He pauses for a while, probably waiting for any 'no' reaction from me. "Let's not punish you tonight, well we are gonna make the 'do' and 'don't' tomorrow. So get ready, emit."

The king walk past me and enters into a door which I guess its the bathroom door. Sorry I've a bad observation about knowing things I've once seen.

My nerves cools down as he's out of sight and I feels the goosebumps in me erasing.

While wiping off the nervous sweating on my fore head. The door opens technically as always and Anne walk in with the same wheel tray of serving dish, looking dashingly gorgeous.

She smile sharply at me before hurriedly and carefully resting the food on the left bedside table, she then pat my shoulders before nervously walking out of the room.

Well, I couldn't blame her. Most humans would die by just seeing the king, but I... Its just crazy. Sometimes I'd just wonder where my braveness come from. I sure that its unheard of- a human having such audacity to talk back at the king. Maybe I've finally break a record, right?

Sighing as the door closes, I walk to where the food's placed then open the silver biconcave-shaped lid.

Sausage with mashed potatoes lie comfortably in the dish, a small whitish bottle is placed on the tray alongside an average fruit juice box.

I open the small whitish bottle's cover and sniffle it's content since curiosity wouldn't leave me alone or maybe its because I evilly guess it to be a brainwashing drug substance.

Not that I don't trust Anne, even though we met not long ago- Today. If its the foreign creatures that sent her to brainwash me then she'd have no choice than to do as they may have commanded.

Unrepulsively, I sneeze at the content's effect.

"Oh, its pepper." I said, sprinkling a little too high content inside the food.

"Spicy pepperoni sausage it is." I blend my hands together, ready to dive into the food. Actually I love spicy foods, maybe its because I don't feel much burning wickedness of pepper on my tongue.

A spoonful of the food manipulate into my mouth.

On touching my tongue and my brain receiving a delicious aromatic food impulses instead the hunger in me immediately vanishes, now fill with a hell fire on my tongue.

"Shit, what pepper is this?!" I chokingly mouthed. My eye watering and I'm sure my face would be red right now.

I carelessly gulp down the cold juice box but the burn-like feeling only subside for few seconds before coming back again with full force.

I start gasping for air since there's no other option for me. My watery eye searching around for what to use to stop this.

Now I know why most people hates pepper. The pain is too unbearable.

I continue my search for water or a refrigerator. At least I'll see a liquid substance inside of it, but my vigorous search seems to go in vain.

While still searching around in distress, my leg hits the wooden part of the chair bed, sending another pain sensation to shoot out of me.

"Ouch! Still favours me." My voice strain as I sight a small bar in the room which I didn't observe before.

Without thinking much, well in this position one couldn't think straight. I pick up a liquor bottle with trembling red hands, knuckles white. And drink the content to almost a half bottle.

In the process I couldn't figure out if its the pepper or the bottle's content that cause a throat-burning sensation.

"Oh, God! I never wish to die by pepper." I said, pacing when the new added sensation burns my thoracic cavity area.

Minutes later, all the burning sensations die down and I mentally thank whatever the bottle's content is.

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After a while, the king comes out from another door that I'm unfamiliar with, all dress in a night cloth and secretly inside of me, I'm thankful that the king didn't see the charade I pull. He hurls over a pyjamas to me that I fail to caught. Picking up the cloth and unsure of what to do, I stand in the same position.

He must have notice because his weary self pointed to the door which he comes out from.

"Lay your cloths down on the small cabinet."

I walk into the new room as I discover that its a closet. A wide closet, all filled with cloths, shoes, and jewelries. Deciding it may be offensive to stay too long in here due to me admiring.

Quickly I put on the cloth, lay down the former one on the small cabinet and walk out the closet even though a urge to look at myself in the mirror hits me.

Not that I care about benders bitching attitude. Its just... Well its kind of underwrap. I feel somehow, like I shouldn't provoke the king. A feeling that I felt when I'm with commander Lucas.

Maybe its luck. Having a friendly association with the world's most dangerous predators rulers.

As I walk out of the room, my gaze meet with the Anne, already walking out with the dish tray.

When or if I'm somehow free I'll ask her about the devilish pepper.

The king's already on the kingsized  monochromatic bed still covering himself with the bedsheets.

I eye him angrily while remembering that he's sleeping on the bed that one of the humans he hated so much slept on and I internally laugh satisfactorily.

"Take the chair bed." He said tiredly.

The chair bed is at the opposite side of the monochromatic one. Did I forget to tell you that this room is itself extremely massive?

The light off after I lie back on the chair bed.

"Before you make a triumphant, let me tell you this. The bed may be the same version as the old one but it has been changed and also learn to eye me professional. I'm the king and as you've said 'the world's most dangerous predator' so don't take me for a sleazy thing." The disembodied voice of the king address through the darkness.

Standing up from the bed, faster than even myself could expect.

I wanted to give him back my own piece of word in the subject but his voice in my head... "Sleep, Fighter.".... breezes me off into slumber as I feel myself limply falling back onto the chair bed.