Well…There I was… In the world my parents called Earth. Where the hosts' live and die… Watching the hosts move so actively was strange. What were they in such a rush for? They had no reason to rush… did they?
I looked upon the high powered metropolis, confused and frightened. A young dragoness like me didn't belong there. I belonged back home, in the spirit gardens, with the rest of the spirits. I was thankful that I had been trained well enough to cloak myself to look like a young host. If not, the world would go rampaged.
Looking around, I couldn't help think how wasteful and sloppy hosts were. They were leaving food laying around on stands and counters. 'Why not store them?' I thought. 'Oh well. I might as well take it if no one else will.'
I picked up a piece of meat, wrapped in greasy paper labeled 'Hot Dog'. A host in odd uniform clothing started to yell at me. 'Why is he yelling?' The question rushed through my head over a hundred times. 'Did I do something wrong?' I stared at him, blank faced, not sure what to do. Then he pulled out a black stick with a handle on the side. 'Is he going to harm me?!' I panicked. I ran off fast. The complete opposite of what I was trained to do, but why waste the energy?
I ran quickly down the paths, trying to find somewhere to hide. I stopped, looking around, panting heavily, pain clutching my chest.
I could hear the angry hosts' voice storming behind me. I spotted a crowd of around 300 hosts. I squeezed into the crowd, hoping I won't be found.
At the front of the crowd was a middle aged, male host, dressed in a black suit along with a top hat. He stood on a ledge, presenting mind tricks to the crowd. Some were actually entertaining.
He announced loud, with an Italian accent, "For my next trick, I will need an assistant!" Young hosts, who looked my age, started to wave their arms in the air rapidly.
I watched him scan the audience back and forth, until his eyes laid on me. He stared into my eyes, as if he were looking at my soul. He looked me up and down as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards into a smile and his cloudy blue eyes brightened.
He pointed at me. "You!" he called, "Come here!" I walked to his side slowly. He put his hand on my shoulder and announced to the crowd, "For my final act, I will make my assistant disappear." 'Disappear?! How?!' I thought to myself.
He set out a fairly large box. As he picked me up, he whispered in my ear, "Don't worry young dragoness. They can't get you in my hands." Then he set me in the box.
'How did he know I was a dragon?' I wondered. All of the sudden, I felt the box shake and rumble. I could hear the man's voice muffled through the box. "Tah Dah!" He cheered. The crowd clapped with astonishment. I could hear footsteps leaving the area. The show was done.
The man opened the box and looked down at me. He lifted me out and set me down on the ground. ""Let's take you somewhere safe, away from danger." He packed his belongings quickly and started walking. I followed close behind him. He took me to an old building. Obviously abandoned and molding.
He opened the door for me as I walked in and shut the door behind himself.
Even though the place was damp and old, I could feel a wave of warmth and safety around the room.
The man set down his things near the door and took off his jacket. "Are you hungry?" he asked. I shook my head. He smiled and looked at me. "You may call me Ace." He said kindly. "My name is Virgo." I told him. Ace bowed his head toward me. "Beautiful name." I smiled and sat on the couch. He sat next to me, gently and swift. I looked at Ace up and down, He wasn't extreamly fit, but not that bad either. I guess you could even describe him as… cute…. I wonder if that's strange? A young spirit, 10 host years old, finding an older host attractive?
Breaking my train of thought, I felt Ace's warm hands start to rub my shoulders. I couldn't help but purr loud with satisfaction. "I noticed how tense you were." Ace told me. "You have a lovely purr." He added.
I slid into the couch, relaxed, purring like mad. I could feel his gentle touch travel from my shoulders, to my back, then to my hips. My legs felt shaky and weak, unable to support me, even if I wanted to move.
I laid there in submission, allowing him to explore my body. I felt his hands go on my stomach and pull me onto his lap. He hugged me tight around my waist as he rested his head on my shoulder. I could feel his hot breath against me then his lips gently peck my neck.
I whimpered in pleasure, wanting more, still not sure what was going on. He turned me around to face him. I was ready for whatever pleasurable action he had in store for me.
Ace brushed the back of his hand on my cheek, looking into my eyes. I looked back at him, confused.
I watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a small bottle with pills in it. He popped open the bottle then looked at me. He paused. The look of defeat washed over his face. "I can't," He said as he placed the cap back on the bottle and set it aside. "You're too beautiful and innocent."
Ace stood and glared down at me with sad eyes. I looked back, wondering what he was going to do to me.
Ace set some blankets and a pillow on the couch. "You will sleep here tonight." He told me. I nodded in agreement. He kissed my forehead and said, "We will figure out what to do tomorrow." , then walked into a room and shut the door.
I laid there under the warm blankets, wide awake, wondering what Ace would have done to me. 'It wouldn't be anything bad? He was so nice to me. Protecting me, taking care at me, and making me feel happy. It's everything a young spirit would want.' I thought to myself.
I could hear Ace's snoring slightly through the wall. I got up, curious what she looked like while he slept.
I poked my head around the cold door and noticed Ace peacefully sleeping in bed, and from what I knew, he was undressed from the waist up.
I walked up quietly and lifted the blankets. He was fully undressed.
I crawled into bed with him and cuddled close to his soft, warm body. I rested my head against his chest. His heart beat was in perfect rhythm. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close in his sleep. At that moment, I remembered what my parents would call these types of hosts. Sexual abusers, they called them.
That's what they would have called him. But I saw nothing wrong. Instead of abuser, I would call him lovely. If he wanted to abuse me, he would have, but instead he held me close.
As I drifted into the dream world, I felt his spirit grab mine, gently but strong. I was happy and safe in his hands, as he promised.
My eyes slowly closed and I focused only on his heart beat. Sweet and delicate sounding.
This is someone I want to be with. Someone who see's my beauty and loves me. It has been decided…. Ace is my Master.
