exclusive possession

Chapter 2

I stood at the door of the infirmary, panting heavily.

I left Mopp in the room and came running with a gun.A minute had passed, or two—my last chance before he boarded the ship.

On the right side of the tightly closed hatch, a large LCD keyboard gleamed with bluish light.I take a deep breath to calm myself.

When Mopu locked the door before, the last two digits of the password were 2 and 5.Recalling that this spaceship was a gift for me, I think I guessed the code.

Quickly type eight digits—my birthday.

There was a soft "thump" on the door, and I was overjoyed - I guessed it right!

I grabbed the doorknob and was about to turn it vigorously, when I suddenly heard a muffled "wow -" sound, which seemed to come from far away, and seemed to be shaking the floor under my feet.

A layer of cold sweat formed on my back.

Because the surroundings instantly darkened.

I turned my head and saw that the whole aisle was dark and hard to distinguish, and everything I could see was pitch black.Only outside the narrow window, the dim starlight spilled in, bringing a few traces of light that were pitifully small.

power cut.

I just realized it, and immediately turned the doorknob hard, but as expected, it couldn't be turned anymore.

I stood there blankly, my mood can be described as grief and indignation.Just a door away cut off my hope of escape.

There is no doubt that he must have used some method to cut off the power supply of the spacecraft.He had already figured out what I would do, and quickly blocked me, leaving no chance for me.

I only stood there for a few seconds, then turned and left.The wound on the head was getting more and more painful, and I could feel the blood dripping down my cheeks.Some slipped into the neck, sticky and uncomfortable; some fell straight down, hitting the ground with a slight shattering sound.

I walked forward in a daze, not knowing where to go.I knew that he would definitely find me, but I just didn't want to, I just didn't want to stand there waiting for him like a fool or a lost dog.

Later, my head was so dizzy that I randomly found an open hatch and walked in.

I couldn't see my fingers in the room. I took a few steps and bumped into something hard.Stretching out his hand to feel it, he vaguely recognized a big iron frame.I supported it and walked forward slowly for a while, and then slid down slowly along the cold wall, feeling dazed and sad.

The surrounding is so dark and quiet, my head hurts and I feel dizzy, and I haven't slept in the room before, and now I can't even open my eyelids.I leaned my face against the cold and hard wall, thinking that I would just sleep for a few minutes.Unexpectedly, when the eyes are closed, there will be no consciousness.

"Wow——" There was another dull sound, my body shook, and I woke up suddenly.

I opened my eyes, and my field of vision was bright.

Power supply was restored.

That means...he's on board.

The surrounding area was still very quiet, and I clenched my gun tightly, sweating in my hands.

As far as the eye can see, there are more than a dozen equally tall metal frames in a row, each of which is filled with silver metal boxes, piled up to the ceiling.This should be the storage room of the spaceship.

I'm sitting between the metal frame and the wall to the right of the entrance, at the end of the narrow walkway.There were a few drops of wet red blood on the ground at my feet, which meant that I had only passed out for a short while.

I don't know what to do next, it's humiliating to give in, it's stupid to resist, I'm stuck.

Just then, footsteps came from the door.Clear, steady, approaching step by step.

I held my breath, moved myself behind the metal frame very slowly, and stood up quietly, only showing a pair of eyes looking at the door.

From my point of view, I first saw shiny black boots stepping in, followed by two straight long legs and a narrow waist.A tall and straight man stood at the door with his hands in his trouser pockets.

I was so nervous that I wiped the blood from my eye sockets vigorously to make myself see more clearly.

is it him?
The man wears a flat dark gray cap and a light gray uniform.His complexion looked a little pale under the lamp, his eyes were deep, his nose was straight, his lips were thin and red, he looked very handsome and clean, every inch of his outline seemed to have been carefully outlined with a pen.

The most outstanding of his features are his soft eyes.The dark eyeballs seemed to be covered with a dense mist, looking very cold.

is it him?
It should not be him.I breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I have never seen the real face of that man, I remember that his eyes are golden yellow, but the man in front of me has black hair and black eyes.Moreover, this man has a handsome appearance, unlike the man I have been in contact with - he is so strong and calm. In my imagination, he should have wheat-colored skin, sharp facial features, and an indifferent and aggressive temperament.Instead of being like the man in front of me, handsome and handsome, even pale and cold.

I think he must be an officer following the commander.

He was staring straight ahead, as if he sensed my peeping, he suddenly turned his head.I immediately retracted behind the shelf and held my breath.

After a while, I heard him walking in my direction.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, my heart was in my throat, and I waited desperately and patiently until I saw his silver epaulets exposed beside the shelf——I rushed out as fast as I could, aiming the gun at him.

I don't like the feeling at all - pointing a murder weapon at another person, but there's nothing else I can do.

He stood four or five steps away from me, with his hands still in his trouser pockets, watching me quietly, as if he was not surprised by my presence.Compared to him, I looked much more nervous, my breathing was very rapid, and my hand holding the gun was trembling.

"Don't move, don't make a sound." I whispered.

He didn't move, didn't make a sound, just stared at me silently.

I was slightly relieved.As he got closer, I could see him more clearly.The brim of the hat was pulled down, and the short black hair was close to the temples and ears.His face was neither long nor square, with even and soft contours, but the line of his jaw was tough.The facial features are indeed handsome, but they don't look feminine, they only make people feel handsome and neat.

"Is the commander aboard?" I asked him.

This time he nodded.Although it was the expected answer, my heart sank.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you. Do as I say and you'll be fine." I tried to control my voice to sound calm and steady, "Put your hands behind your head, turn around, and we'll go to the infirmary."

But he didn't move, his eyes rested on my forehead, and he actually took out a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me.

Only then did I realize that my head was still broken, and my current appearance might be quite miserable.No wonder he handed me a handkerchief—I didn't expect this strange man to be quite gentle.

"Thank you...no need." I said reflexively, and immediately thought, what time is it, and I still thanked people.

Who knew that he suddenly took a step forward and pressed the handkerchief on my forehead.

The soft and cold cloth pressed against the wound, which was a little painful, but it was very comfortable to the touch.I took the handkerchief with one hand and pressed it myself, then turned my head to avoid his touch, and said, "That's all, don't move any more."

He suddenly laughed.

The originally emotionless eyes became thoughtful.The corners of the thin lips revealed a slight smile.And the indifferent and delicate face, which was almost pale, seemed to have a bright and bright color because of this little smile.

I was stunned.

Because following his eyes, I saw a faint bruise on his right forehead.And his hand hanging by his side wore snow-white gloves.Now there is a trace of my blood on the gloves, red and white match, a little glaring.

I just feel a lump in my chest.How can it be?Aren't his eyes golden yellow?But the gloves, and the bruise on my cheek from my kick...

"Are you still running?"

With a clear and cold tone, the voice is clear and clean, like thin water flowing through the ears.

But this familiar voice was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue to me.

It's really him.

Looking at his cold face, the first picture that popped up in my mind was our crazy entangled body.In my ears, I seem to hear that night again, his dull low hum, and my shortness of breath.

I felt sick for a while, and subconsciously aimed the gun at his head.I don't want to kill him, and I can't kill him, but at this moment, it seems that only this action can give me a sense of security and protect me from him.

However, I discovered something even more terrifying.

I can't move.

My hands were frozen in mid-air, unable to move.

It wasn't numb, nor was it out of strength. My arm seemed to be entangled by some invisible thing. I struggled desperately, but I could only tremble violently and couldn't move half a minute.

I was stunned by this weird fact, I raised my eyes to look at him in a panic, but saw that his eyes were calm and gentle, nothing unusual.

"What happened?" I asked tremblingly.

He didn't answer, just took a step forward.

"Ah!" I screamed.Because something even more terrifying happened, my whole body automatically backed up, and I hit the wall all of a sudden, as if being pushed back by someone.I still had clear sensations in my body and limbs, but I was pinned to the wall by something and couldn't move at all.

But he didn't reach out at all!He just looked at me with cold eyes.

But my intuition told me that he did it.

"What did you do?" I asked him.

He smiled and stood in front of me.

He took away the gun first, and then the handkerchief in my hand, and the blood on my forehead started to stain a little bit.Because of the close distance, his breath sprayed on my forehead, which was soft and itchy, and I had goose bumps all over my body.

How on earth did he do it?terrible.Could it be some kind of invisible weapon?

Thinking of this, my brain shuddered, and a term suddenly popped up: "spiritual power".

In the information that Mo Pu imported for me, there is the word spiritual power, but there is no detailed information.It seems that on Star Stan, very few people can control spiritual power-their brain waves can reach a rare resonance with the magnetic field of the planet, and then form an invisible particle flow, and they can complete certain actions without using hands.

Is he one of them?

At this time, his hand suddenly stopped on my forehead and did not move.I didn't know what he wanted to do, but when I looked up, I saw him staring at me, with cold and gloomy eyes, very... focused?
My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and then I saw him bow his head.

He kissed me hard.

The distant and familiar cool breath filled my mouth, and the cold and powerful tongue firmly pried my lips open.Contrary to his gentle appearance, his dick and sucking are quite strong and fierce, and he won't let go of my tongue.I shook my head desperately to avoid it, but he pressed my head against the wall, unable to move at all.I didn't dare to bite him, for fear of provoking him, everything happened faster.

He kissed deeper and deeper, and kissed harder and harder. I was a little suffocated, and my body became inexplicably hot.Immediately afterwards, his whole body pressed up, and I was clasped tightly in his arms, and my whole body was stuck together.

It took a long time before he let go of me, his face still stopped very close, his originally calm eyes were now dark.Even though I have very little experience with men, I can still see the raging possessiveness in his eyes.

"Be my woman in peace and don't cause trouble." He stared at me with a hoarse voice and an arrogant tone.

I was still panting slightly, maybe because of the lack of oxygen just now, and my mind was also groggy.Shame, fear, disgust, helplessness... so many emotions came to my heart that I couldn't breathe.

But hearing his words, no matter how hard it hurts me, I can't keep silent.Although he probably won't listen to what I have to say.

I looked into his eyes: "I know that what you did to me at that time was out of helplessness, and you had a hard time. And you want to marry me now because of the loyalty habits of the orcs."

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't speak.

I continued: "Have you ever thought that loyalty is meaningful only on the premise of love. You don't need to be loyal to one body, you can find another woman who is more suitable for you. Only when you really love each other is true love. Loyalty. You and I will not be so reluctant now... Ah!"

I let out a cry of surprise, because he suddenly picked me up and walked out with a cold face.

I couldn't tell what he was thinking, and I felt apprehensive.With the cold military uniform on my face, I even heard a steady and powerful heartbeat.This feeling is quite uncomfortable.

He kept staring straight ahead in silence. When he reached the door, he lowered his eyes to look at me and said lightly, "I refuse to change."

(End of this chapter)