"Ooh, this looks nice." Ingrid says with a mischievous grin while looking at the huge, beautiful mansion.
A party was being held in the mansion because the mansion was decorated beautifully with shining lights and flowers and the mansion was noisy, a type of happy, joyfyl noise
Ingrid was on the wall of the mansion climbing her way through and she got to a window that was open but the lights of the room were switched off. Seeing her entrance, she jumped inside the room and landed spiderman style.
"I hope this is the store room, if it is I'm gonna get a lot of goodies from here." Ingrid thinks loud and gave a short laugh. "Now let's get checking." She squinted her eyes in the dark, then brought out a torchlight and surveyed the room.
"This isn't the store room, nor the treasure room, it's a...male's room." She pointed the torchlight at a picture and a handsome man with jet black hair, stud on his right ear, pale blue eyes and seemingly perfect featured. Any girl in Ingrid shoes would have gotten lovestruck but Ingrid scrunched her nose in distaste.
"Too much editing." She muttered, looked away and began searching the room. As she was bending over the drawer, the door suddenly opened and lights went on. Ingrid stood ramrod straight and turned hastily, saying.
"I'm from the cleaning agency!"
The man was the same man in the picture and Ingrid realised that the photo wasn't edited. The man squinted his eyes and looked as if he was going to kill Ingrid, "What are you doing in my room?"
Even his voice was cold and emotionless and came out almost a growl but ingrid detected a hint of struggle in his voice.
"Sir," Ingrid put on her professional look and lied through her teeth. "I'm from the cleaning agency and was sent to clean this room."
"We didn't hire cleaners with leather jacket as their uniform." At this point, the man had closed the door and began to walk inside.
Ingrid was dressed in black, from her jacket to her shirt, to her mask. Ingrid swallowed, feeling she was in the den of a dragon, not a lion!
"Um..." Her eyes went to the sides before her mind clicked, " My uniform got stained and a beautiful lady gave me this."
Alistar stared at this lady who was obviously lying and felt he couldn't hold on any longer. The aphrodisiac in his system was working and those curves and breasts in his view was making matters worse.
She isn't Daphane, not Daphane.
As Alistar inched closer, Ingrid felt unsafe. All her life of stealing, ecpect when she was a kid, Ingrid has never been this scared.
"Sir, I'll get going, I was already done before you entered." Ingrid made a movement to go, but Alistar caught her and drew her back.
"Where are your materials? Your Rag, broom, where is it?" He whispered huskily in her ear and Ingrid almost, almost, if not for her almighty will power, almost shivered.
"Um..." Realising she was busted, Ingrid made a run for it, but she couldn't move, Alistar grip on her was firm.
"I need a woman right now, and you are a woman." His last words before he carried her and threw her on the bed. Ingrid wanted to run, but at an inhuman speed, he was in front of her, he threw the man on her face revealing her soft, plump red lips which he captured.
Ingrid eyes widened, knees going weak.
She had never kissed someone before. She had kissed her master on the cheek, but that isn't considered kissing. What this man was doing to her was what she had watched in movies, while smiling or blushing countless times.
Without wasting time, the man tore her shirt, he didn't even take off her jacket, still kissing her and a red lacy bra was revealed. It seemed he was a veteran with women because he unhooked the bra with ease and the breasts bounced free and untamed.
Grabbing one of her breasts and releasing her lips, he reached for the lamp and turned it off and mummered,
"I like it dark."
Then a sound of clicking was heard– Alistar had locked the door, he walked back to the bed, smiling evilly,
"I'm gonna take you to the heavens, little fox."
That was followed by sounds of clothes ripping and moaning.
Ingrid didn't know when she woke up, but when she did, her whole body ached. She stared at the room, events of the night before replaying in her head. Her eyes widened and she raised the sheets and saw nothing but clean sheets.
Relived but confused, she started to wonder if she had dozed off and imagined everything else, then she suddenly took notice of her clothing, it wasn't herd, but a male's. Trying to come down from the bed, her legs gave way and she fell, realising that something really happened but the sheets were changed and she was bathed and dressed in a shirt.
"Stupid, godforsaken, fool, bastard, fucked up, I throw all cusres in this world on that screwed bastard. How dare he?" She tried to stand up and succeeding she sat on the bed, her eyes glowed with wild anger, "He tied me up, I was raped! Though a willing later, I wasn't ready! I..." she trailed off then she saw a paper on the bedside table and picked it up; It read,
"There's a card inside that table, pick it up and leave, the same way you entered. I don't want to smell your shadow again.
Alistar "
"What the hell!?" Ingrid opened the drawer and sure enough a card was inside.
"Does he think I'm so greedy, I'll take his money? To hell with him." She closed the drawer and struggled her way to the bathroom. After having a bath, she went to his vanity table and ribbed the cream saying "its my virginity he took. Devil faced bastard." She dried her hair and went to the wardrobe and picked a black suit and black trousers that looked expensive. She put it on and ransacked the place for a tie and found one, it was red with black stripes, putting on her shoes. She wobbled her way to the window she entered but when she got to the window, she turned and walked back to the drawer and collected that card, mumbling. "My virginity is priceless, but I didn't see the blood so he has to pay for that." After that she disappeared through the window.