⚠️Warning⚠️: This chapter contains attempted rape (ATTEMPTED only). If you're sensitive about this topic, I suggest readers consider it carefully before proceeding.
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THIRD PERSON's POV
"Where am I?" Oswin uttered, looking down at the wet cobblestone under his feet. He lifted his face and sniffed. "What's this stinky smell?"
Seeking the answer to his question, he exited the narrow path and moved onto the main street, where the air was a bit fresher but still held a pungent smell to his nose.
The night was late, for the moon was already high in the clear, dark sky, but a few passersby and night owlers were still roaming around the street. As the man traipsed along the pavement, he noticed everyone stopped and stared at him with eyes full of shock, confusion, and disbelief.
Don't look at me like that. I'm as confused as you, he thought to himself.
However, it was hard to blame those people. After all, no one expected an abnormally tall guy with long, waist-length blonde hair to roam around the city street. Not to mention the out-of-place ankle-length silver robe that was vivaciously fluttering behind him in rhythm with the gentle night breeze.
"I hate this place," he muttered under his breath before making a right turn onto a road with fewer streetlights and people.
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"Okay, boss. I'm done now. Don't forget to come and lock the door," Elena, a lovely woman with long, silky black hair tied up into a high ponytail, shouted from the front door as she slung the bag over her shoulder.
"Be there in a minute!" echoed a voice from the kitchen, followed by a man in his early forties a minute later. His dark hair starts to show a hint of gray due to years of hard work and stress. His oblong face was framed by a sharply defined jawline, his thin lips were set in a serious line, and his narrow eyes were deep set and slightly piercing. "I'm sorry to keep you this late again, Elena. I'll give you a bonus this month."
"Thank you so much, boss," the young woman replied cheerfully before turning towards the door. "I'm leaving now!"
"Wait!"
Elena halted and looked at her boss. "Yeah?"
"It's late. I'll give you a lift home. Give me five minutes to lock up."
"Nah, it's okay, boss." She waved her hand. "My house is nearby."
"But—"
"Don't worry. It's not the first time I walk home late."
"Still, it isn't this late."
"Well, if you won't let me go now and keep talking like this, it's going to get even later." She chuckled.
"Fine," James sighed, slumping his shoulder in defeat at Elena's stubbornness.
"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow." Elena started walking again and waved goodbye to her boss.
"Be careful."
"Always am," she said over her shoulder. "Good night, boss."
"Good night."
Closing the door, she stepped out into the silent street and began walking toward the direction of her house.
"Wow. It really is late", she muttered, looking at her quiet surroundings and start questioning her decision about denying a lift home from her boss. "Nah, it's fine. I'll just hurry."
She quickened her steps, hoping to get to her small yet comfortable apartment that wasn't far away. She wanted nothing more than to get behind the secured, locked door and call it a day. But before she could make it to the corner, she heard footsteps coming from behind, making her stop and turn around.
But there was no one in sight.
"Am I hearing things?" she murmured before shaking her head and resumed walking.
However, the sound of footsteps resurfaced not long after, causing her to gulp nervously in fear. Instead of looking back a second time, she clutched the strap of her bag firmly and broke into a run. However, she couldn't even make it far when a group of well-built men appeared out of nowhere and surrounded her.
"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" said a guy in blue mohawk hair. His sleeveless t-shirt exposed both his muscular biceps and a tiger tattoo.
"Look, Tim, we've got ourselves a high schooler. Must be tasty," said the smaller guy on the right, ogling at Elena while licking his lower pierced lip.
"I-I'm n-not a h-high s-cho-oler," she stammered, her eyes remaining on the ground without daring to meet the gang's eyes.
"All the better, then. We don't have to face harsh punishment later for having fun with an underage girl," smirked Tim as he, too, leered at the trembling Elena up and down as if to undress the poor woman with his eyes. "Well, that's if we get caught."
Evil laughs reverberated throughout the night, escaping everyone's mouths except Elena, whose lips were quivering. Not long after the laughter died, she was pushed into the alley, falling on her butt with a loud thud.
"Please, I don't have any money. You can check my bag." She crawled away from the approaching gangs and was about to hand them her bag when Tim's words cut her action off, freezing her on the spot for a split second.
"We're not interested in money, pretty face. We just want to have some fun," Tim said, unbuckling the belt of his faded jeans while approaching Elena slowly.
"P-please don't do this!" Elena kept crawling back, away from the lustful beast coming for her. Though her throat was dry, she still tried her best to breathe the word out.
"Well, blame it on yourself. Who asked you to have such a pretty face that is so alluring?"
Elena kept crawling back until her back touched something cold. She didn't even have to turn back to confirm that it was a wall.
She was trapped.
She watched as Tim dropped the belt to the ground and sniggered, advancing towards her. She pulled both knees up to her chest, hugging them tightly, and curled into a ball, hoping the action could help her become invisible from the lustful beasts.
"N-no, p-please. D-don't d-do t-this. I-I b-beg y-you!" she begged relentlessly. Her body shook like a fledgling, but neither Tim nor his gang showed any mercy. The guys only had sinister smiles on their faces.
Elena told herself to run or scream, but she was too terrified to do both. All she could do was helplessly watch the big hand reach towards her.
"Come to me, sweetie."
"Please, somebody help me," she murmured weakly, squeezing her eyes shut as the hand came closer. Her voice came out as a whisper that sounded too weak to hear, even to her own ears.
Nevertheless, someone heard it.
"What do you filthy creatures think you're doing?"
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<To Be Continued>
A/N: As mentioned in the description, this is the BxG version of "The Elf King & I", but there will be some changes. There won't be Book #2. There won't be an open ending. Everything will be explained and included in this one book.
THRID PERSON's POV"What do you filthy creatures think you're doing?" A guttural voice reverberated from the alleyway's opening, making everyone stop what they were doing and turn to look at the nosy person who didn't seem to know his place.Elena opened one of her eyes and peeked past Tim's muscular body to see a tall man's silhouette in... a long dress?!Great. Just what I need. How is this flamboyant loony going to save me now? With a desperate sigh, Elena inwardly complained inside her head.Oswin stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at what he called a disgusting scene. His bloodshot, bluish-grey eyes glared at everyone except the one shaking on the floor like a fledgling."Look! Someone forgot to return the costume to the crew!" the smallest guy in a grey t-shirt and jeans said, standing the closest to the appealing tall figure."What ancient movie did you just film, dude?" laughed the guy with dyed white hair.The entire gang subsequently joined his laughter, making the n
ELENA's POVHis eyes widened the moment my palm came into contact with his cheek. He finally released his grip—probably due to the shock—causing Tim to fall with a thud, violently coughing and gasping for air."Come on!" Taking advantage of the opportunity, I grabbed his wrist and dashed out of the alley into the big street with rows of streetlights illuminating the night. I neither dare to look back nor slow down. I only dared to stop and catch my breath when I saw a police station not more than a hundred steps away. "Phew. We're safe." I wiped the sweat from my forehead. "How dare you filthy creature touch me? It's disgusting!" said a deep voice behind my back. I almost forgot I had a person in tow until he made himself known by jerking the hand away from my grasp. I turned around to see him brushing the sleeves of his robe as if my hand had dirtied his fabric. My nostrils flared in anger at his actions. I lifted my gaze, ready to give him a piece of my mind. However, I was rendere
ELENA's POV "Huh?" I uttered, tilting my head to the side in confusion as I looked between him and the food.My jaws dropped open at his words, which wouldn't surprise me if tons of flies decided to lay their eggs inside if they were interested."What kind of food is this?" he looked at the food in disgust, still making a face as if the content on the plate was something not worthy of his royal sight.I snapped out of my shocked state. "Has His Majesty never had fried rice before?" I rolled my eyes and slid down the chair, facing Oswin, who remained standing."Fried... rice? I've somehow heard of rice before." His expression changed. "So, you're saying that thing is edible?""If it isn't, why do you think I offer it to you?" I rubbed my temple with a sigh.He narrowed his eyes at me before directing his gaze toward the plate again. "Make sense. But this dish looks and sounds foreign."It fascinated me how everything I owned in this house looked like aliens to him.If he thinks fried r
ELENA's POV The shadow on the pavement was shorter than usual as I walked to my workplace, for the sun was up relatively higher than usual. Even before I left home, I knew I was going to be late. However, I didn't want to remind myself of the reason why. Because if I were to think back, I would lose not only my mood but also my mind. Despite having a giant figure who might have consumed half the space of my shoe-box apartment, it looked no different to me that I was handling a three-year-old who knew nothing better to do than ask questions. "Seriously, did he live in the cave back then? Did he just come out from a thousand-year meditation? Why does everything look so foreign to him? I bet the knowledge of a three-year-old child is better than his," I said, groaning in annoyance, ignoring the glances people threw at me as they walked past. Like how my feet were sprinting, my brain was also busy dealing with the nonstop questions that kept popping up inside my head. I couldn't sto
ELENA's POVWhen I returned home from work, I almost couldn't believe my eyes at the sight that greeted me. The moment I opened the door, the state of my house differed completely from what I remembered this morning."Dear angels and all good deeds in this world, please give me the strength to continue my kindness. Or else I'll kick this so-called elf king out in the street to starve," I recited as I stomped off into the house, carefully stepping over the fragments of broken stuff on the floor in search of the one responsible for it. "Oswin Alvingham!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and stormed from one room to another simultaneously until I saw him coming out of the bedroom with his brows furrowed. "How dare you call the king by his name? You—""Oh yeah, I DO DARE!" I interrupted him. My entire body quivered in anger, including the trembling finger I was pointing at him. "I not only dare to address you by the name; I even dare to hit you right now." As soon as I finished talking
A/N: Please note that there is NO forced or non-consensual act here. *******ELENA's POVHis towering figure made his weight feel like a heavy stone pressing down on my small frame. Being pinned on the cold ground by a beastly instinct emanating from the elf king made me shiver from head to toe, bathing in a foreign tingling sensation that I couldn't comprehend. "W-what are you doing?" I asked again, hating the fact that my voice was coming out in a quaver. I wondered if it was driven by fear or the struggle with an unknown emotion."You defy me, so you deserve a punishment," he replied with a croaky voice.My eyes widened upon hearing his words. I tilted my head up to glance at my wrists and silently cursed, realizing they were immobilized by his firm grip. Looking at it now, the chance of escaping was slim. Even so, I decided to give it a try in case luck was on my side. Unfortunately, my hopes were thrown out the window because I just couldn't break free from his grasp, even aft
ELENA's POVOne week had passed since the incident. The 'punishment', he called it. Afterward, even if there were times that I was mad at Oswin to the point that I wanted to strangle him to death, I knew better than to cross the line.He, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened and carried on with his royal order as if he were living in his own kingdom. It made me wonder how much longer this elf king would come to terms with the fact that he was currently in the human realm and not his so-called Aldous Kingdom. It irritated me to the core how he kept bossing me around as if I was his personal servant.But what else could I do? I was the one who decided to let him stay here, anyway.I had already given up on the idea of sending him back to his home because no matter how hard I tried to research 'The Aldous Kingdom of the Elf Realm,' only 'no result found' was shown across all search engines. That meant I had no clue how to get him back to his place. I wished I could mail him
ELENA's POVThe clinking sound of the ring against the metal bar, followed by the rustling sound of the fabric, echoed near the end corner of a second-clothes shop as the beige curtain was drawn closed. Not long after, the same sound reverberated again as someone stepped out of the fitting room, dressed in loose black pants that barely reached his ankles and a stoic cactus print woven button-down shirt."The pants are too short. The shirt doesn't suit you. Next," I said, watching the curtain continually drawn open and closed by the same person. In front of the small fitting room, I sat with my ankle propped on one knee and leaned back on the chair, clearly finding amusement in the busy curtain."Too tight. Another," I commanded when Oswin came out with another set of clothes.Five minutes after stepping in again, he emerged behind the curtain of a fitting room. Beads of sweat were all over his forehead and eyebrows, waiting for just another slight movement to trickle down the white-ski