The Alien King's Alluring Obsession

Edna

"Haha, very funny. Are you done?" I kept my pitiful expression on, "I am serious here. This is not joke. I really need your help, Madeline." Madeline's face settled into an expressionless mask. Even with her efforts to hide it, I could see the glee dancing in her pupils like a flame.

"So, what does that have to do with me? I am not obligated to help you. Do you think I would help you with our history?" Madeline questioned.

I had to stop myself from looking at Madeline like she was a fool. I was tempted to do so. She did not know if my pitiful situation was real or not. She just jumped into the trap foolishly. She liked seeing me grovel beneath her. It was no surprise.

Anyways, there is nothing to complain about. She was following the script I set aside for her. All is well.

I pushed my way into Madeline's room. She didn't think too much about my actions. She folded her arms across her chest and glaredat me.

"It would be best for you if you get out. I don't want to know what the favor you are going to ask is. I am going to reject it anyway. Go away right now." Madeline said.

I walked over to where Madeline was and pretended to fall to my knees.

Madeline was looking down at me. A flash of happiness she didn't have the time to hide came into my sight.

My lips hooked up into a sneer.

The moment her knees came into sight, I cleared her legs with all my might.

She fell onto the floor with a thump.

"You who-!" Her mouth opened to curse.

I didn't give her the opportunity to finish her sentence. I rushed to her back and chopped her neck.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell to the floor without any consciousness.

I decided to use Madeline because she had many physical features that were similar to mine. Besides, her behavior was predictable.

I didn't want to place my bet on someone like Jade. The chances of failure would increase dramatically.

I dashed to the door and closed it.

I approached Madeline.

Without the arrogance in her pupils and her bad character, Madeline was a good lady.

At least, on the scale of the most evil people I had seen, she was ranking towards the bottom.

I apologized mentally before getting to work.

I removed her top and her skirt.

Within a few minutes, Madeline was only in her underwear. I started to remove my outfits too.

I looked at the clothes I removed from Madeline's body. My nose wrinkled in disgust. Alas, I have no choice but to bear with it for now.

I grabbed the clothes and wore them with a blank expression.

When I finished dressing up, I started to wear the clothes I removed on Madeline. It was hard to make an unconscious person do something that was as tedious as wearing clothes. Sweat beaded on my forehead. After multiple failures, I finally got Madeline to wear the clothes.

The next thing on the agenda was to search Madeline's wardrob. Since this room was temporary, she didn't have the time to personalize it.

There were some female clothes in the wardrobe. The clothes weren't in Madeline's sizes. I was sure it was a generic gift for all the women Mr Blake brings to his mansion.

It would do well for the task I have in mind. I walked to the unconscious Madeline and tied a knot around her two hands.

I went back to the wardrobe and took another set of clothes. I repeated the same action for her feet. I made sure I tied the makeshift ropes as tightly as I can.

"Madeline, you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. I just need your help for something small. That's all. I will keep this favor in mind forever." I said loudly.

In the next second, I said some incomprehensible words in a low tone.

I tried to emulate Madeline's tone of voice. It might not be accurate but the walls and door would confuse the eavesdroppers.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

I continued mimicking my voice and Madeline's voice. I pretended to be in a conversation with Madeline.

After a while, I stopped. I ended the fake discussion on a note that would make these eavesdroppers think Madeline begrudgingly let me stay for a while. The noises coming from the other rooms resumed.

I sat down on Madeline's bed and waited patiently. My patience paid off.

After an unknown amount of time flew by, the noise coming from the other rooms died down completely. I didn't dare to close my eyes. I kept my eyes open.

I don't want to sleep and forget my task. Fatigue had a way if playing with a person.

Once I am extremely tired and I haven't gotten enough quality rest, my body would blackout. It would try to recoup what I deprived it of. I didn't want this to happen. This was the only opportunity I have. No failure was allowed. Madeline had a window that was connected to the outside world in her room too. I watched the moon climb up to the center of the sky and I watched it go back to rest.

The hints of the sun appeared on the horizon. Madeline started to stir.

She had been unconscious for hours.

I didn't waste anytime before giving her another chop at the back of her neck. She lost consciousness again.

The clothes I was wearing was uncomfortable. I continued tugging at it.

A few moments passed by and I rose my feet. It was time to get myself out of this place. I opened Madeline's door slowly. I tried to make my actions as quiet as possible.

It didn't work totally but it helped. The noise coming from the door was minimal. I closed the door softly before walking away from the area the rooms are located in.

If I had enough time and I didn't have busybodies near me, I would have opted to drag Madeline to my room.

It would have made my pretend game more realistic. Alas, beggars can't be choosers. I would utilize what I have to get what I want.

I was thankful that Madeline and I have black hair. There was no way I could have gotten an hair dye without raising suspicions about me.

Even the makeup I got was on probation. Mr Blake might be suspecting me.

I knew guards were watching over us.

I straightened my posture and my steps were surem I didn't hunch my back. I didn't want to raise any suspicions about my identity since I was pretending to be Madeline. With my fellow colleague's face, the vigilance of the guards would be more relaxed.

As I was moving away from our living area, footsteps approached me and a guard appeared.

"Where are you going?" The guard's face was stern.