Over the next few days, I could feel my wound gradually healing, bringing me a sense of relief. The diligent care I had received from Melxa had played a significant role in my positive progress. As a token of appreciation for my good behavior, he surprised me with a simple yet elegant plain white cotton dress. It was much better than the blanket I had been wearing before. The soft fabric of the dress gently embraced my skin, providing a comforting sensation. Having clothes again was a blessing.
Not only did Melxa gift me a simple dress, but he also granted me the freedom to venture outside my small confining cage. With that newfound liberty, I eagerly engaged in some much-needed exercise. I often stretched my limbs, feeling the stiffness dissipate as I moved. Each step I took was a small victory, a testament to my resilience and determination. The world around me seemed to come alive as I explored my surroundings. I delighted in the simple joys that had been denied to me for far too long. I resolved that I would never take the joy of freedom for granted again.
Melxa's act of kindness and trust had not only healed my physical wounds but also rejuvenated my spirit. The plain white cotton dress was more than just a dress. It was a symbol of hope and transformation, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of light.
After we arrived in Novis, Melxa graciously granted me the opportunity to experience a new, more human-like habitat instead of confining me to a cage. The transformation was truly remarkable, considering Melxa belonged to a completely different species. The space he created for me was akin to a small but comfortable bedroom, complete with a cozy bed, a designated washing area, and even automatic lighting. Which he controlled.
However, there was one peculiar aspect to this habitat. Melxa possessed the ability to control the transparency of the thick glass walls surrounding me. At times, the walls would become clear, allowing me to observe the bustling activity outside and feel a sense of connection with the world beyond. Yet, there were times when Melxa would choose to make the walls opaque, shielding me from the outside world. During those times, I never knew when he was watching me and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of isolation, as if I were trapped within my own little bubble. Nevertheless, the overall comfort and care provided by Melxa in this human-like habitat far outweighed this minor inconvenience.
Living in the unique space created by Melxa allowed me to truly appreciate the wonders of inter-species understanding and adaptability. It served as a constant reminder that despite our differences, we could find common ground and create environments that cater to the needs and desires of all beings, regardless of their origins. I was thankful for my new space, but most days I was bored. Frequently, I aimlessly wandered around the room, lost in thought. There was nothing else to do.
But, Melxa always surprised me with his innate ability to read my emotions, even when I tried to conceal them. In those moments, when I aimlessly wandered around the room, my mind adrift in a sea of contemplation, Melxa seemed to observe me with a knowing gaze. It was as if she understood the weight of my thoughts, the restlessness that consumed me. On days when the borderum became unbearable, Melxa would seek to challenge and stimulate my intellect by presenting me with mind-boggling puzzle games or complex math equations. These tests pushed the boundaries of my cognitive abilities, forcing me to think critically and solve problems with precision.
Melxa also spend a good deal of time assessing my physical prowess by subjecting me to agility tests. Those tests I enjoyed. They gave me a chance to exert myself, as the physical challenges demanded not only strength and coordination but also quick reflexes and flexibility. And it was through these physical trials, Melxa aimed to gauge my overall fitness and assess my ability to adapt and perform under pressure. In both cases, Melxa's tests served as a means to evaluate and enhance my mental and physical capabilities. They were not only opportunities to showcase my skills but also chances to grow and improve, pushing me beyond my comfort zone and unlocking hidden potentials I never even knew I had.
However, despite the passing days and my being on Novis, Enzuk never visited. Or at least he never came when the glass was transparent. Maybe he had been by to visit but only came when Melxa had made my glass walls opaque. Most of my days followed a repetitive pattern, so it wouldn't be hard for him to pick a time to visit when I couldn't see him.
My mornings were dedicated to engaging in puzzles followed to a light breakfast. It was a stimulating way to start the day, exercising my mind and keeping it sharp.
In the afternoons, I was required to engage in physical activity and move about my enclosure for a full hour without any breaks. Melxa stated that he didn't care what I did, just as long as I was up and moving. I could dance, walk, run, hop, even scream my lungs out, as long as I wasn't sitting or standing in one spot. Melxa stated that this exercise routine ensured that my body would remain active and healthy. After the physical exertion, a light lunch would served, providing me with the necessary sustenance to replenish any lost energy. Following lunch, I was granted the freedom to sit, rest, or even sleep anywhere within the enclosure. It was always a much-needed respite, allowing me to recharge and relax.
In the early evenings, I was presented with additional tests to complete. These tests challenged my intellect and pushed me to further expand my knowledge and abilities. Once the tests were finished, a well-deserved dinner was served, satisfying my hunger and providing nourishment. After dinner, I was always instructed to wash up and prepare myself for a restful night's sleep. The routine was consistent, ensuring that each day followed the same structured pattern.
The high-tech enclosure I was confined in most certainly had state-of-the-art features, one of which was an ingenious automatic lighting system that replicated the effects of natural sunlight. Despite being oblivious to the actual time of day outside my simulated cage, I was enveloped in an artificial glow that provided me with essential vitamin D and a consistently pleasant temperature of 75 degrees. Well. I guessed it was about 75 degrees. It was interesting the way the lighting in my room imitated sunrise and sunset. I enjoyed the sun-like light during the day, however it slowly darkened as the day went on. When it as time for me to rest, the enclosure intelligently lowered the temperature to what I guessed might be 68 degrees. Either way, it ensured a peaceful slumber.
Still, despite the day-to-day monotony, I couldn't help but wonder about Enzuk's absence, and it normally hit me at night. We had not seen each other since my being on the transport ship. Not that I felt anything for him, but I still wondered why I hadn't even seen him. When he was on Earth, I made sure to visit him at least once a day when I could. When one is confined to a small box, the importance of conversation becomes irreplaceable. In such a limited space, where freedom is restricted, conversation serves as a lifeline to the outside world. It becomes a means to connect with others, share thoughts and experiences, and find solace in the midst of confinement. But, Enzuk didn't visit me.
As the days stretched on, each one blending into the next with their repetitive routines, a lingering curiosity began to take hold of me. It was a persistent itch in the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing night. Was Enzuik avoiding me? I smirked. I was just a lowly human in his eyes, and by now I was sure he was regarded as a war hero. He was probably surrounded by women rallying for his attention, while at the same time receiving medals for his courage in war. The idea that I might have been tossed aside and completely forgotten weighed on me, whether I liked it or not. The monotony of my day-to-day existence seemed to amplify the void left by Enzuk's disappearance. It wasn't as if there were any deep emotions tethering me to him, but the absence of his presence gnawed at me nonetheless.
In the quiet moments of the night, when the world around me settled into a hushed lull, my thoughts would inevitably drift towards Enzuk. I didn't want them to, but they did anyway. I actually hated the way he haunted my thoughts. He tried to kill me. Yet, the absence of his familiar face and the lack of even a passing glimpse left me empty.
As I slipped into bed at the end of a monotonous routine day, the image of his captivating eyes once again lingered in my mind, their brightness piercing through the darkness. Despite my repeated attempts to banish all memory of him, his eyes continued to plague me, refusing to be forgotten. I huffed. Restlessness consumed me throughout the night, causing me to toss and turn, desperately searching for a comfortable position that would grant solace.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, I discovered a position that finally offered respite, allowing my weary body to embrace the much-needed rest it craved.
I was in my lab, engrossed in my work, when I noticed Daren gaze fixed on me from across the table. His eyes sparkled with admiration as he watched me fiddle with a beaker, and a mischievous smile played on his lips. Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't help but ask,
"What's on your mind?"
With a sly smirk, Daren replied, "Nothing much, just appreciating the sight of you doing what you love. You look absolutely beautiful in your element."
His words made my heart flutter, and I couldn't help but return his smile. Daren had a way of charming me effortlessly. "You're just trying to distract me, aren't you?" I teased, knowing his playful nature all too well.
"Oh, Miss Swan, I would never dare to distract you intentionally," he replied, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "I wouldn't want to get on your bad side. That's trouble I'd rather avoid," he added, his tone laced with teasing.
I couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. "Or maybe," he continued, inching closer to me, "maybe I do want a little trouble." His presence behind me sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt his hands gently wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to him.
"D-Daren," I stammered, a smile tugging at my lips. As I tried to turn around to face him, I heard a low growl resonate in my ear, causing me to freeze. A rush of warmth spread through my body as his hot breath brushed against my ear, sending delightful chills down my spine. "Daren?" I called out, my voice filled with anticipation and uncertainty.
His hold on me remained firm, preventing me from turning. His hands then began to explore my stomach, gradually venturing lower, igniting a pleasurable response within me. A soft moan escaped my lips as his touch worked its magic on my body.
"Have you ever been touched this way?" His voice said in my ear. Only it didn't sound like Daren any longer. My breath hitched in my throat as a hand ran down my inner thigh. It wasn't Daren. It was...someone else. A different typeof presence.
The intense warmth emanating from the person standing closely behind me was almost overwhelming. It enveloped me in a sensual embrace, igniting a fiery desire within me. As their lips made contact with the sensitive skin of my neck, a deep, involuntary moan escaped my lips, echoing a mixture of pleasure and longing. In that moment, a wave of ecstasy washed over me, overwhelming my senses and leaving me in a state of blissful surrender.
"W-who are you?" I asked feebly. I wasn't sure I actually even cared. The feelings I was experiencing were pure bliss.
"Who do you wish I was?" Came the deep velvet reply. After a short pause the voice continued. "Isabella. What are you dreaming about?" The way my name was pronounced caused my heart to beat rapidly.
"Enzuk," I exhaled, my voice tinged with a mix of desire and frustration. I clenched my teeth, sinking them into my lower lip, attempting to suppress the tumultuous emotions bubbling within me. I had to remind myself that this attraction was misplaced, a twisted distortion of reality. Enzuk was no ordinary man; he was a creature of darkness, a monster that evoked nothing but revulsion and anger within me. My feelings for him, if they could even be called that, were a twisted concoction of conflicting emotions, a maddening blend of repulsion and fury. Right?
As his hands explored every inch of my body, I felt excitement and fear. The way he was touching me, presented a dangerous allure, a forbidden pleasure that I couldn't resist. The intensity of his touch consumed me, erasing any thoughts of rationality or hesitation. "Do you want me to stop?" His deep voice rumbled in my ear.
No. And yes. Yes. Stop. I groaned and shook my head.
"Tell me what you want."
"I-I"
"Do you want me to stop?"
I shook my head slightly.
"Say, you are mine," His voice growled as his hands grazed my sensitive area sending thrills through my whole body. I rocked toward his hand my breaths heavy. I heard him chuckle as the sensation between my legs suddenly stopped and disappeared.
My eyes shot open, and I was in a cold sweat. I sat up quickly and surveyed my surroundings, breathing heavily. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of my sudden awakening. The room was dimly lit by a moon-like glow, which casted eerie shadows on the walls. The air felt heavy with an unexplained tension.
As I struggled to catch my breath, I frantically scanned the space, desperately searching for any clues that could provide answers to my disoriented state.
I put my hands to my sweaty and flustered face. Did I really just dream of Enzuk? I couldn't believe it. As I looked down at my body, I noticed that I must have bunched up my dress, leaving my inner thighs exposed. Panic washed over me as I realized the implications of this situation. I hastily reached down and touched between my legs, confirming my worst fear - I was indeed having a wet dream. I had just touched myself while I dreamed about Enzuk. Oh god.
Embarrassment and confusion washed over me as I quickly pulled my dress back down and covered myself with a nearby blanket. The intensity of the dream and its unexpected nature left me questioning my own desires and thoughts. What did the dream mean? Was it a reflection of hidden desires or simply a random occurrence? Maybe missing Enzuk caused my brain to go overboard in imagination.
As I lay there, wrapped in the safety of the blanket, I couldn't help but wonder if Enzuk held a deeper significance in my subconscious. Was he a symbol of something I longed for or a representation of a forbidden attraction? The dream had stirred up a whirlwind of emotions and left me with a lingering sense of curiosity.
Regardless of the dream's meaning, I knew I had to push it aside and focus on reality. Dreams could be mysterious and perplexing, but they didn't always hold the key to our true desires. With a deep breath, I resolved to let go of the confusion and embrace the present moment.
As I lay there, covered by the comforting blanket, I allowed myself to accept that dreams could be strange and unpredictable. They were a glimpse into the enigmatic depths of our minds, sometimes revealing desires we didn't even know existed. But ultimately, it was up to us to interpret and navigate through these dreams, understanding that they were just a part of the complex tapestry of our subconscious.
With a renewed sense of self-awareness, I slowly let go of the embarrassment and uncertainty that had initially overwhelmed me. Dreams were a natural part of being human, and they didn't define who I was or what I truly desired. I decided to leave the dream of Enzuk behind as a mere fragment of my imagination as I closed my eyes, resolved to get some sleep.
When I awoke again, Melxa instructed me that I had overslept, and it was time for me to wake. I was still drowsy from the sleepless night and…dream. But I still hauled myself up for a day of puzzles and testing. I wondered if today would be the day that Enzuk might visit. Had he completely forgotten about me? Would I ever see those bright blue eyes again? The idea of never seeing him again hurt a little. The unanswered questions lingered in my mind, adding an air of mystery to my otherwise regimented existence.
"Complete your task. May I remind you that this is a timed task," Melxa's voice interrupted my thoughts. "You will not be given anything to eat until your task is complete." As I glanced at Melxa, his relaxed posture and serene expression only added to my frustration. The cream-colored chair he occupied outside my cell seemed to mock my predicament, as if it were a throne of authority. The glass walls that surrounded me served as a constant reminder of my captivity, amplifying the pressure of the ticking clock.
However, the mere mention of food, or rather the deprivation of it, sent a pang of hunger through my stomach. It was a cruel tactic, but one that Melxa knew would push me to my limits. With a heavy sigh, I resigned myself to the task at hand.
The puzzle before me appeared deceptively simple, its intricate patterns and interlocking pieces demanding my full attention. As I settled into the floor, determination replaced my initial frustration. With a focused mind and steady hands, I began to piece together the fragments of the puzzle. The challenge became a battle of wits, a race against time. As I connected each piece, a sense of accomplishment washed over me, momentarily overshadowing the hunger and the weight of Melxa's watchful gaze.
The puzzle became my sole focus, its completion a symbol of defiance against the constraints imposed upon me. With each passing moment, the puzzle began to take shape, revealing a mesmerizing image that mirrored my determination.
As the final piece fell into place, a surge of triumph coursed through my veins. I glanced up at Melxa, with satisfaction etched across my face. The completion of the task was not just a victory over the puzzle, but also a small triumph over the control Melxa held over me. At least in my opinion. He still hadn't managed to stump me yet with his puzzles. Although, I couldn't help but wonder if he was intentionally making them easier for me or if he had reached the limit of his puzzle-making skills with the current difficulty level. With all of his advanced technology, it seemed reasonable to conclude that his puzzles would slowly rise in difficulty.
I rose from the floor, a newfound sense of resilience emanating from within. The hunger that had plagued me moments ago now seemed insignificant compared to the satisfaction of accomplishing my goal. The timed task had tested my limits, but it had also revealed the strength and resilience that resided within me.
"Bravo," Melxa commended, his voice filled with approval as he acknowledged my work. However, a tinge of disappointment lingered as he expressed his desire for a quicker completion.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"That was an easy puzzle. You had a restless sleep, so I gave you something simple to complete," he said while retrieving an electronic pad. "Your vitals appear satisfactory," he noted, his concern evident. "Perhaps a bit more rest is in order. You shall retire early tonight."
"There will be less puzzles and tests today?"
"No," he smirked, "I didn't say that. You will still complete those. You will just have less leisure time during the day," Melxa's words carried a hint of authority, leaving no room for negotiation or deviation from his instructions.
Less leisure time? But those moments were precious. They let me unwind and enjoy solitude. "No," I protested, feeling a pang of disappointment. "I can do it faster. Let me try again." He quickly dismissed my plea. "Please. I can do it faster. I promise." Melxa, with a firm yet sympathetic expression, shook his head. "No," he reiterated, his voice gentle but unwavering. "Time is up for now. Your breakfast will be served in five minutes," he informed me.
Before Melxa could change the glass opaque, I rushed over to it and put my hands against it, desperately seeking answers. "Wait. When can I leave this place?" I pleaded, my voice filled with frustration and desperation.
Melxa's gaze met mine, but there was an oddness in his expression, as if he pitied me. "This is your home now," he stated matter-of-factly, his tone devoid of any sympathy. "You will remain here, in your cell, until another fate is bestowed upon you."
My head shook in disbelief. The thought of being confined within these walls day after day, with no glimmer of hope for freedom, was suffocating. I couldn't bear the idea of my life slipping away, trapped within this enclosure.
"But... can't I be of use in other ways?" I implored, desperately searching for any alternative. "I can clean, organize, or assist in any way you need. Please, just give me a chance."
Melxa raised his hand, silencing me with a single gesture. "Human," he said, his voice tinged with authority, "this is your home. Your purpose is to reside here."
A surge of frustration and anger welled up within me. How could he dismiss my potential so easily? I knew I had skills and abilities that could be put to good use. I refused to accept a life of stagnation and confinement.
"But you mentioned that some humans are allowed to serve," I persisted, hoping to find a loophole in his rigid stance.
"Not you," Melxa replied curtly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation or argument.
With a swift motion, he pressed a button, and the glass abruptly turned solid, severing my connection to the outside world. The weight of my confinement settled upon me, but it only fueled my determination to find a way out, to prove my worth and escape the confines of this prison-like existence. The only options that lay before me were to either demonstrate my worth and capabilities or chart an unconventional path to liberate myself from the suffocating walls of my confinement.
After completing my monotonous tasks for the day, I finally had a chance to relax and enjoy a healthy dinner. I savored the delicious combination of sliced chicken, refreshing salad, and nutritious brown rice. However, my contentment was short-lived when Melxa, perhaps out of concern or strictness, insisted that I should finish, shower and go straight to bed. This directive didn't align with my desires, and it left me feeling somewhat disgruntled.
Fueled by my frustration over Melxa's insistence on me going to bed early, I found solace in the simple act of taking some extra time in the shower. This small rebellion allowed me to regain a sense of control in a situation where I felt my autonomy slipping away. I gently massaged the soap onto every inch of my body, relishing the soothing sensation it brought. The warm water cascaded down my skin, enveloping me in a comforting embrace. With each stroke, I could feel the tension and stress of the day melting away, replaced by a tranquil sense of relaxation. The fragrant aroma of the soap filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere that transported me to a place of pure bliss. As the water rinsed away the suds, I felt cleansed not only physically, but also mentally and emotionally. It was a moment of pure indulgence, a simple act of self-care that allowed me to momentarily escape the outside world and focus solely on the pleasure of the present.
After a moment more, I shut off the water and draped a towel around my body, relishing in the warmth it provided. As droplets of water trickled down my skin, I reached for my brush and began to untangle my luscious brown locks, feeling the smooth bristles glide through my hair.
Once my hair was free from any knots, I decided to braid it, intertwining the strands into a neat and elegant pattern. The rhythmic motion of my hands brought a sense of calmness, as if each twist and turn of the braid was unraveling the worries of the day. With my hair neatly secured, I reached for my comfortable, cotton white dress. Melxa made sure I always had a fresh dress to put on before bed. Though all the dresses were plain and unremarkable, I found solace in its simplicity.
Slipping into the dress, I felt a sense of familiarity wash over me. It was a garment that had accompanied me through countless moments, both ordinary and extraordinary. I took a moment to appreciate the reflection staring back at me. The combination of the braided hair and the cotton white dress created a look that was effortlessly timeless. Beauty could be found in the simplest of things, in the moments when we take the time to care for ourselves and embrace our own unique essence.
As I stepped out of the washing area, I froze.
There, perched comfortably on my bed, was a massive creature. And not just any creature…Enzuk. My breath hitched.
Enzuk exuded an air of tranquility as he sat reclined on my bed, his posture relaxed with one arm casually resting behind his head, while his other held a book that had managed to capture his undivided attention. The sight of him engrossed in literature only added to the surrealness of the moment. My once seemingly spacious room seemed to shrink in comparison to Enzuk's immense presence.
In that instant, time seemed to stand still. I couldn't tear my gaze away from Enzuk, captivated by his handsome features. It was as if he had stepped out of a fantastical realm and into my mundane existence, leaving me breathless and spellbound.
I gathered my wits and glared at him as I cautiously approached Enzuk, unsure of how he had come to be in my room, as there were no windows or doors. Just large floor to ceiling glass walls. I also wondered what his intentions were. There was an undeniable sense of serenity emanating from him, and thus, it didn't seem like he wanted to harm me. With each step closer, I could see the intricate details of his features, his delicate pale skin, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Enzuk was a creature of both immense power and gentle grace, a paradoxical blend that only added to his charm.
Finally, finding my voice, I mustered the courage to speak. "What are you doing here?"
Enzuk looked up from his book, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. His voice, deep and resonant, filled the room with a sense of ancient wisdom as he replied, "I can be anywhere I desire."
"True. So why are you here? You have a whole planet to yourself and yet you choose my small enclosure."
His eyes roamed over every curve of my body, devouring me with an undeniable hunger. It was as if a magnetic force pulled his gaze downwards, exploring every inch of my being. The intensity in his eyes spoke volumes, revealing a desire that was impossible to ignore. In that moment, I could feel the electricity between us, the unspoken words hanging in the air.
"You look well."
I folded my arms. "I am. It's not like I need you to check on me. I'm doing just fine." Despite my words being harsh, inside, I was happy to finally see him. But I wasn't going to let him see that side of me. Not after what he did to me. That part of myself would stay hidden.
"You are angry," he stated with a hint of amusement.
"You don't miss much, do you?"
"It's not hard to miss," he replied.
"I'm not just angry. I'm angry with you."
"Yes, I can see that."
"Melxa insisted I get some rest. So, I'll need you off my bed so I can sleep. Go read your book elsewhere."
"How is Melxa treating you?"
"Fine."
He raised a brow. "Fine? You aren't happy here?"
"I'm in a glass box all day. What do you think?"
"I think it's better than being dead."
"Which, if you had your way, I would be." He was quiet for a moment as he studied me, his eyes reflecting surprise and admiration. I half expected an apology.
"Come closer," he said.
I stood my ground, my arms still tightly crossed over my chest, a defensive barrier against his charm. His mischievous grin only fueled my skepticism, but there was an undeniable allure in the way his eyes danced with excitement.
"Gettig close to you didn't really play in my favor last time. So why would I go to you now?" I questioned, my voice laced with caution. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to his request, something hidden beneath his playful demeanor.
His smirk widened, a glimmer of challenge in his eyes. "Isabella, trust me," he urged, his voice dripping with a mysterious confidence. The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine. It was the same voice from my dream. Damn him.
"Trust you? Trust is earned, not given. I trusted you before and look where that got me," I retorted, my voice firm. I had learned the hard way to be cautious with him, to protect myself from those who sought to manipulate or deceive.
Undeterred he replied, "Isabella, I am not here to harm you. Please, come here." he enticed, his words carrying a hint of a secret that begged to be discovered. His hand extended towards me, an invitation to a world beyond my imagination. Yet, I couldn't ignore the lingering doubts that held me back. The battle within me raged on, uncertainty and curiosity warring for dominance.
His smirk softened, replaced by a genuine sincerity. "I understand your hesitation," he conceded, his voice gentle. "But I promise you will want what I have to offer."
His words struck a chord within me. "Show me what it is first."
He shook his head. "My way. Or no way. Unless…you want me to go. I can leave if you want." He moved to stand, which caused a jolt of panic within me. "I'll go."
"No," I said too quickly, even for my own comfort. "You can stay a little longer" I said in a low tone. Damn. He knew exactly how to manipulate me. It was the same tactic he used when he was held captive. Threatening to leave was always his trump card. A faint smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Will you then join me?" he asked, patting the bed beside him.
Slowly, cautiously, I unfolded my arms, a silent surrender to the possibility of the unknown. With trepidation, I took a hesitant step forward, drawn toward his mysterious allure. As I moved closer, his smirk transformed into a warm smile, a glimmer of gratitude shining in his eyes. When I was close enough, he held his hand out to me.
Hesitation danced in my eyes as I contemplated the consequences of this simple act, but a flicker of curiosity urged me forward. I extended my trembling hand, feeling the warmth of his palm envelop mine. In one fluid motion, he gently tugged me closer, guiding me to the edge of the cozy bed. As I settled beside him, I felt a sense of warmth and safety. Which was the opposite of how I felt I should feel.
"Now, how are you really finding your accommodations?"
"Why do you care?" came my bitter retort, laced with resentment. "If you had your way, I would be dead. Why do you keep pretending like it didn't happen? Like I should trust you, when you betrayed me," the words dripped with anger and despair, revealing the deep wounds I still felt.
He paused for a moment, absorbing the weight of the response, before softly responding, "I know what betrayal feels like. And I know how you feel about my actions. But, Isabella, I was always honest with you. I never pretended to be anything than what I was. And yes, killing you was my mission. But, maybe you have noticed, you are still alive." There was a hint of empathy in his voice as his blue eyes stared deep into mine. "I am not pretending the events between us didn't happen. I just do not wish to argue with you right now. I know you are cross with me, and I understand why you do not trust me," he smirked, "but for our short time in this moment can we have a civil conversation? Like we used to on Earth."
I discreetly shifted my position, creating a small physical distance between us. Although I harbored a sense of unease towards him, deep down, I couldn't deny that I shared a similar sentiment. There was a lingering lack of trust, yet amidst the tension, I couldn't help but acknowledge the potential for a more productive use of our time together, rather than engaging in futile arguments. Enzuk's gaze lingered on the short gap that separated us, yet he made no effort to bridge that distance. As if he silently accepted with my choice.
"W-what do you have to offer me? You said you had something to offer."
"Yes," he smiled, "but conversation first. As I recall, you like civil conversations anyway. So, tell me, how do you find your accommodations? Are they to your liking? Be honest. You look paler than usual. I have seen you tired before, but you seem to be a bit more than tired."
I sighed, "Honestly?" I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether I should reveal my true feelings. But then I remembered the countless conversations we had shared, the trust we had built. "I can speak truthfully?" I asked, meeting his gaze.
He nodded. I took a deep breath, preparing myself to express the frustration that had been building within me. "Boring," I finally admitted, my voice tinged with weariness. "I do the same thing every day, stuck in this monotonous routine. It's suffocating, like being trapped in a lifeless cell." A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I yearned for the freedom that lay beyond these confining walls. "I wish I could go outside, breathe in the fresh air, and embrace the world beyond this confinement. This existence feels like a perpetual prison. No excitement or adventure."
He grinned. "You live a solitude life in here where everything is provided for you. You wouldn't survive outside these walls."
The audacity of his statement had fueled a fire within me, igniting a fierce determination to prove him wrong. With a defiant glare, I stood my ground and retorted, "Yes, I would. I'm capable of a lot more than you think. It's not up to you to decide what I can or can not do." I refused to let him underestimate my strength and resilience. Survival had become my second nature, and I had learned to adapt, to fight against the odds stacked against me.
He grinned, "I understand your resolve to survive. It's admirable. But you don't know my planet, Isabella. You don't know my people. There are rules here that you know nothing about. Rules that, if disregarded, could get you killed."
"Then teach me," I said. "Teach me the rules."
"It's not that simple. In here, you are safe. And alive."
"No. I would rather die trying to live out there, than slowly fade away in here. This is the worst kind of prison. The idea of never knowing if I will see the outside world again, is unbearable. I have survived this long," I declared, my voice steady and unwavering. "What makes you think I can't be out there? Being in here is like death. I'm going crazy in here."
The walls that once provided a false sense of security now felt suffocating, trapping me in a monotonous existence. The world outside beckoned me with its unknown possibilities, its challenges waiting to be conquered. I yearned for the taste of freedom, for the chance to prove my worth beyond these stifling confines.
His smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. Perhaps he had never expected such defiance from someone he considered beneath him. But I refused to be silenced, to be confined by his limited perception of who I was.
"I will see what I can do," he said in a low, reassuring tone, his voice filled with a sense of protection. "But you are safe in here, Isabella. You say these things because this is all you know. I-I want you-it's important that you remain here. To be safe."
"I was safe on Earth. I was safe until you decided to attack me and take me to your planet. Now that I am here-"
"You should be grateful that you live. Can you not just stay here and be thankful that you live?" He sighed. "Until your fate is decided, you will stay in here under Melxa's watch."
"And how long will that be?" I inquired.
He exhaled, the weight of the situation evident in his response. "I am not sure," he admitted, his tone laced with weariness. The silence that followed hung heavy in the air, allowing me to contemplate the gravity of his words.
Unable to contain my burning curiosity any longer, I summoned the courage to ask the question that had been plaguing my thoughts for what felt like an eternity. "Did you have anything to do with me surviving?" I hesitated, memories of that fateful night flooding my mind. "The last thing I remember is you-"
Cutting me off, he interrupted with a firm yet guarded tone. "You survived. That's all you need to know." His words held a sense of finality, as if he had resolved to keep certain truths hidden. "And you have been preserved for science. Nothing more." The weight of his statement settled heavily upon me, leaving me with a bittersweet mix of relief and lingering curiosity.
There was a palpable tension in the air, a heavy silence that hung between us. I hesitated, contemplating whether it was worth pushing forward with my question. My previous encounters with Enzuk had taught me a valuable lesson - once he had made a decision, there was no room for negotiation or change of heart. The weight of this realization settled upon me, urging caution and careful consideration. Was it worth the risk? Would my persistence yield any fruitful outcome, or would it only serve to further solidify Enzuk's unwavering stance?
The long pause stretched on, each passing second amplifying the gravity of my decision. I decided to abandon my pursuit. For now.
"What are you reading?" I asked, breaking the silence that had enveloped us. His demeanor suddenly lighted as his bright eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief. In that moment, I couldn't help but be captivated by his undeniable handsomeness, accentuated by his long silver hair and the sight of his muscular arms peeking through his black shirt.
"I would think you would recognize it," he replied in a playful tone. Intrigued, I leaned in to get a closer look at the book he held in his hand. To my astonishment, it was my very own notebook - the one where I meticulously documented all my scientific findings and personal thoughts.
My eyes widened in shock and disbelief. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god!" The embarrassment washed over me, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. That book, the one he held in his hands, contained my deepest personal feelings and thoughts, a private sanctuary I never intended to share with anyone.
Without a second thought, I instinctively reached out to retrieve it, desperate to reclaim my privacy. However, before my fingers could even graze its surface, he snatched it away with lightning speed, denying me the chance to protect myself from further humiliation.
His smile twisted into a sinister grin, revealing a darkness lurking within. "I must admit, I'm impressed by your extensive knowledge of my life," he laughed, his voice dripping with amusement. "It's almost as if you studied my every move. Don't you think that level of obsession is unhealthy?"
"Give me my notebook. That's mine," I demanded, my voice full of frustration.
"It's actually a scientific relic from Earth," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He paused for a moment before a playful smile spread across his face. "Do you really think I'm erotically attractive?"
My annoyance quickly turned into surprise as I tried to comprehend his unexpected question. "Your face may be attractive; it conceals a falsehood. I was unaware of that when I penned those words."
"Hmm. I appreciate the backhanded compliment. It's better than nothing," he grinned.
I scoffed. "Just give me my book."
"Nope. But you can have this one instead." He retrieved another book from behind him and passed it to me.
"No. I want mine. Give it to me."
"I can't."
"That's my book Enzuk. My thoughts."
He sighed. "I didn't read that much."
"You read enough."
"I can't leave it with you. But I will keep it somewhere safe. I doubt you want my people pouring over your thoughts about conversations between us. Right?"
No, I didn't. He was right about that. "No. I don't."
"I didn't think so. I took it for safekeeping for now. But this other notebook is yours."
I sighed and reached out to take the small book with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. What secrets could this book hold?
"I see how much you like to write and how important it is to you. So, it's for you to write your thoughts down in," he said.
With trembling fingers, I opened the book, revealing its blank pages, eagerly waiting to be filled with my own musings. The possibilities were endless. I could pour my heart out, capturing my deepest emotions and desires, or perhaps use it as a canvas to sketch the vivid landscapes of my imagination. As I gazed at my old notebook held in his hand, a sense of unease washed over me. The realization that my innermost thoughts and secrets could be laid bare before him made me pause.
"Clearly my thoughts are not safe," I muttered, my voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and resignation. "What's to stop you or your people from taking this notebook from me too?"
A smug smirk crept onto his face, as if he had anticipated my reaction. "I thought you might say that" he replied, his tone laced with amusement. "You often underestimate me. What you hold in your hand is special. It may look ordinary, but it's not," he continued, his words dripping with intrigue. "It will respond only to you."
His revelation caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity amidst my apprehension. "What do you mean?"
"Melxa helped me program it," he added, his voice tinged with admiration. "Well, he did most of the work."
The mention of Melxa's involvement piqued my interest further. If he had a hand in creating this enigmatic notebook, then perhaps there was more to it than met the eye. A surge of conflicting emotions swirled within me - fear, curiosity, and a hint of excitement. I look at him to continue.
"There are multiple layers of security measures implemented to safeguard the confidentiality of the content contained within that book. Melxa has ingeniously programmed it to be uniquely linked to your DNA, ensuring that the written words on its pages can only manifest when the book is physically held by you and granted explicit permission. Essentially, this remarkable creation can serve as a trusted confidant, preserving the sanctity of your thoughts and providing a discreet companion for you. There are various ways to capture and express your thoughts. One option is to audio record them, allowing you to verbally articulate your ideas and reflections. Alternatively, you can choose to write them down. Even if someone manages to bypass all the security measures in place, they will still face a significant obstacle in attempting to access the contents of your recorded thoughts. The book is designed in a way that makes it difficult for unauthorized individuals to read its contents easily. Moreover, the written words themselves are programmed to be exclusive to your eyes. This means that only you, as the rightful owner of the book, can decipher and comprehend the thoughts written within its pages. This added layer of security ensures that no one can simply pick up your book and gain access to your innermost thoughts and ideas."
I was truly impressed. How long had Melxa been working on this contraption? With gratitude in my heart, I glanced back at Enzuk who had entrusted me with this precious gift. His eyes sparkled with a knowing smile, as if he understood the profound impact this simple yet complicated book would have on my life.
He smiled. "Do you like it?"
I couldn't help but notice the genuine excitement in his eyes as he eagerly awaited my response. Despite my lingering resentment, I couldn't deny the allure of the beautifully bound book he had presented to me. It was a gesture that spoke volumes, a tangible symbol of his attempt to bridge the gap between us. Yet, as much as I appreciated the thoughtful gift, I couldn't let go of the pain and betrayal that still lingered within me. I couldn't let a mere book erase the hurt he had caused. It wasn't enough to make everything right again. But, it was a small step in the right direction.
Still, I voiced my doubts. "Do you think this is some sort of peace offering? A book doesn't make what you did right," I asserted, my voice tinged with a hint of bitterness.
His smile wavered for a moment, but he didn't shy away from my challenge. Instead, he repeated his question, his voice filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "I understand trust will take time. But, I can still give you things. Unless you are saying, you do not like it," he said as his gaze searched mine for any sign of acceptance.
In that moment, I realized that his intentions were not solely to seek forgiveness or to brush aside the gravity of his actions. He genuinely wanted to understand if this small token of affection could start the mend of the broken bond between us. It wasn't just about the book; it was about the possibility of rebuilding the trust that had been shattered.
As conflicting emotions swirled within me, I couldn't deny the truth. I did like the book. I liked it a lot. With a heavy sigh, I met his gaze and spoke honestly, "Yes, I do like it. But a book alone won't fix everything. We have a long way to go before we can truly heal."
"Yes. But, in the meantime, I hope this book becomes a companion to you," he said in a low, velvety tone. His voice seemed to caress each word, making them linger in the air.
I couldn't help but be drawn to his presence, his magnetic charm captivating me. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. It was a simple expression of gratitude, but it held a deeper meaning. As our eyes met, his smile slowly faded, replaced by a look that stirred a mixture of emotions within me. It was a certain sort of lust, but not the predatory kind I had seen in his eyes before. This look was different, tinged with curiosity and a hint of vulnerability.
Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to make sense of this new version of Enzuk. The Enzuk who had once vowed to kill me, the Enzuk who had haunted my nightmares. He was now standing before me, seemingly changed. My memory told me that he had succeeded in his mission, that I should be dead. Yet here I was, alive and sitting in front of him. Had his orders changed at the last moment? Was there a reason he had spared me? Or perhaps, a more sinister fate awaited me, one that was yet to reveal itself.
As I pondered these questions, fear and curiosity gripped me. I knew that unraveling the mysteries surrounding Enzuk and his intentions might lead me down a dangerous path. But I couldn't deny the strange pull I felt towards him, a pull that defied logic and reason. He had hurt me, and yet I still felt the need to be near him in some strange and sick way. His gaze traveled up and down my figure, taking in every curve and detail. It made me feel both self-conscious and strangely desired. His words broke the silence, interrupting the electric tension that had been building between us.
"I should go," he stated, his voice mingled with regret as he slowly stood. The sudden movement snapped me out of my trance, causing a pang of disappointment to shoot through me.
"So soon?" I couldn't help but protest, my voice betraying my longing for his company. The conversation we were having had been a refreshing escape from the mundane routine of tests and puzzles that consumed our lives.
"Yes, I have some things I need to attend to," he said with a sense of urgency. He casually tucked my old notebook into the side of his pants. Standing before me, he seemed to tower over me, his height commanding attention. And those piercing blue eyes, they still held a mesmerizing sparkle that always captivated me. Staring at them never got old.
"When will you be back?"
His response held both affection and mystery as he gazed at me with a knowing look. Cupping my chin gently, he traced the side of my cheek with his thumb, its roughness contrasting with the tenderness of his touch. "I knew you missed me."
Just as I was about to tell him how wrong he was he spoke again. "I'm not sure when I can come back" he confessed, a hint of regret in his voice. I couldn't help but be captivated by the sensuality that emanated from him. His lips, so perfectly shaped and inviting, seemed to beckon me closer. The smoothness of his skin, like porcelain. Images of the dream came flooding back in my mind. Oh god.
My heart started to be rapidly. As my eyes lingered on his lips and explored the flawless paleness of his complexion, my thoughts took a daring turn. In that moment, a surge of desire and temptation flooded my mind, obscuring any sense of decency. My imagination ran wild with provocative notions, as if the boundaries of propriety had been momentarily forgotten.
It was as if a forbidden force had seized control, overpowering my rationality and filling my thoughts with lustful fantasies. The intensity of these vulgar thoughts was both exhilarating and unsettling, a secret indulgence that I couldn't escape. Yet, even amidst the chaos of my mind, I couldn't deny his beauty. It was a moment of forbidden desire, a fleeting glimpse into a world where inhibitions were abandoned, and passion reigned supreme.
I quickly averted my eyes from his mesmerizing beauty, feeling a rush of desire course through my veins. The touch of his hand on my chin sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I desperately tried to suppress. With a deep breath, I mustered the strength to pull away from his intoxicating touch, my heart pounding in my chest. Clearing my throat, I composed myself and spoke, my voice laced with a mix of longing and relief.
"Missing someone is a strong statement. But, I do enjoy some conversation," I managed to say, my words held a hint of vulnerability. "It's refreshing to engage with someone on a level that doesn't solely revolve around testing my intelligence."
Enzuk took note of the way I pulled away and then positioned his hands on both sides of me on the bed, leaning in closer. Feeling his proximity, I instinctively leaned back, creating a subtle distance between us. With a mischievous smirk, he playfully urged me, "Ouch," he whispered. "I think you hurt my heart."
"At least I didn't stab it."
"I think you did," he held my gaze with a grin.
"I'm not sorry."
"Are you going to write about me in your book? I would love a part two."
"If what you told me is true, then you will never know either way." He smirked.
"Write down your thoughts in the book, and perhaps the absence of my presence won't consume you entirely."
Enzuk's movements were graceful and confident as he pulled back, his eyes fixed on something beyond the glass wall. As I watched him, a wave of curiosity washed over me, and I couldn't help but notice the mesmerizing way his tail swung behind him with each step. It was as if it had a mind of its own, adding an extra layer of intrigue to his already captivating presence.
My gaze then traveled to his hips, which swayed in perfect harmony with his stride. There was an effortless fluidity to his movements, a subtle sensuality that was impossible to ignore. It was his display of confidence and self-assuredness that left me captivated, my thoughts momentarily consumed by the allure of his presence. But it wasn't just his movements that held my attention. As he walked, the muscles in his back rippled beneath the fabric of his black shirt, hinting at the raw strength and power that lay beneath. It was a sight to behold, a testament to his physical prowess and the intensity he possessed.
Was it wrong to be checking him out? He was a creature…but still attractive. My eyes remained fixed on him. There was something undeniably irresistible about him, something that drew me in and left me yearning for more.
There were no doors or windows in the confines of my enclosure, just impenetrable walls of thick glass from every angle. How exactly did he plan on getting out? As I sat there, a sense of curiosity filled me as I witnessed his approach towards the glass barrier. He placed his hands gently against the glass and began to press against it. "Goodnight, Isabella. Sweet dreams," he chuckled out. To my astonishment, the glass emitted a soft glow, and in an instant, he effortlessly passed through it. My eyes widened in disbelief, questioning whether it was truly that simple for him to enter and exit as he pleased.
I had made countless attempts to test the limits of my confinement within the glass enclosure. I had kicked and pounded against the transparent barrier many times. With every ounce of strength, I had pushed against the unyielding surface, hoping to discover a weakness or a crack that would grant me freedom. Yet, my efforts were always in vain, as the glass remained steadfast, refusing to budge even an inch.
I even resorted to exploring unconventional methods. I tried to squeeze myself under the enclosure, contorting my body in every possible way, hoping to find a hidden passage or an overlooked opening. But, my attempts were met with disappointment as the glass seemed to mock my futile endeavors.
Enzuk's exit made it clear that the glass enclosure must have possessed some sort of an enigmatic mechanism. Maybe one that could only be activated by a specific genetic code. Clearly my prison cell had been designed to be impenetrable to anyone lacking their unique DNA signature.
I ran my hand along the exact spot where Enzuk had been sitting just moments ago. Surprisingly, I could still feel some remaining warmth, a faint reminder of his presence. It was as if his essence still lingered in the air, providing a glimmer of comfort amidst the bleakness.
As the artificial lights within my prison gradually dimmed, signaling the approach of bedtime, a sense of loneliness crept in. With a heavy heart, I curled up on the bed, seeking solace in the familiarity of the warm spot. Holding onto Enzuk's gift tightly, I clutched it against my chest.
The gift was more than just an object; it embodied the connection I had been longing for since I arrived on Novis. It was a lifeline in my desolate existence. It offered a glimmer of hope and companionship in my cold, glass prison.
I despised Enzuk. Or at least I wanted to. I should. Shouldn't I? So how was he slowly breaking down the walls I had put up to keep him out of my heart? In no way had he redeemed himself, and yet I felt like accepting him. Like there was some sort of peculiar bond between us that seemed unbreakable.
A part of me, against all reason, still found solace in his presence. Which was crazy! Ours was a twisted and tumultuous relationship, one that left me torn between my disdain and a strange, undeniable connection. Being with him was a constant battle of conflicting emotions.