Summer Camp

Chapter Fifty Seven

  Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today

~ Hurt, Christina Agulara

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** Alex's POV **

I woke up in the morning in a totally clean room. It was scaring me that someone could come in and clean without me knowing.

I looked at the room, the pillows were thicker, and the glass on the mirror of the vanity was replaced, and was covered with thick see-through plastic. All of the hard things were replaced with light or plastic objects. I felt like I was in a prison. Sitting on the the stool of the vanity was a dress and a note.

I walked over to it, wincing on my feet. I picked up the dress and note, to sit on the stool. I took a deep breath and opened the piece of paper.

There were three basic words.    'When you're ready.'

I frowned and thought. Was I ready to talk to the King. Was he going to be mad after my break down. Was he going to assault me again. I shivered as I thought about that. I shrugged, and changed into the dress. It looked like the dress that I had on the first day of the training thing. 

I stared at the camera for a couple seconds and knocked on the door. I held my breath as the door opened, and I was let out for the first time in days. The guard outside noded at me, and let me pass him. I looked around noticing that I was just around the corner from the stairs that led to the King's chambers. 

I slowed my breathing to a normal pace, and walked up the stairs I shook as I lifted my fist to knock on the door. 

"Be brave," I whispered to myself, as my knuckled hit the door once, a sharp sound. The door opened slowly revealing the King. 

"Hello, Alexandria," he said, letting me into the room. I curtsied at him, and hurried over to the cleaning closet.

"There will be no need for that," said the King, motioning me over to him. The King sat down, and told me to sit across from him.

"How are you," he asked, placing his hand on my knee.

"Good," I said, timidly. My leg was shaking and I knew that the King could feel it. 

The King sighed and took his hand away, "Can we be honest with each other."

I looked at him confused.

"It would make things so much easier if we were perfectly honest with each other," clarified the King, "No more tricks."

"Sure," I said, my voice cracking.

The King looked at my face, moving towards me.

"I want to be honest with you," said the King, "If you're okay with that."

I nodded, afraid but curious.

"Ever since I've meet you things have felt weird. I think about you, and worry about you. I want you to be perfect, and mine." 

The second he said the last line, I stood up.

"Please sit back down," he said, frowning. 

I stayed where I was and the King decided to continue.

"I don't know what it is but I like you. So I made you my personal slave, or assistance or whatever. Most of the time girls bow down to me, but you didn't. I want to make you happy, and I will if you can make me happy."

The King stood suddenly and was against me before I knew what was happening. I saw lust in his eyes, as he leaned against me, drawing his mouth against mine.

It was nothing like last time. The King was kind and gentle. The Kings mouth moved against mine, and without thinking, I kissed back. Our lips meshed together beautifully and endorphin's fled through my body. I wanted to smile or kiss more, or something. And then it was over.  

The King backed away to a respectable distance, and sat back down, leaving me stunned. He smirked at me.

"Do we have a deal?"