THE FIRST TIME

A sigh escaped his mouth when he reached by car. Glancing back at the door, he despised himself for some reason. Looking around he put his Ipad on the car and took out a cigarette, lighting it up. 

Drake fell deep into his memories of her. The first time he saw her was just like a ray of sunshine in that piggsy dungeon place named a human auction house. She was sparkling in the dark, her smile when their eyes met, still flutters his heart. 

‘You dirtsy bitch!! Mop it up quickly. I don’t want to see old faggots semen all over the place.’ A woman who seemed like a bossy type, smacked her head while running to the other side. 

The smile on the girl’s face vanished which made Drake’s heart sink into sorrow. His rage against that place overgrew. He just wanted to get that girl out of there somehow. So he tried to talk it out of her. 

But seeing her walking towards him, he couldn’t move a bit. Just like he was frozen in time and space. 

‘Oh!!’ She bumped into him. ‘I’m sorry. I couldn’t sense you standing there.’ Her head lowered. Before Drake could tell her it was alright. 

Theo arrived, ‘We are sorry about that. She can’t really see. Apologize to him. He is a very important guest!’ Theo shouted a snarl at her. She immediately went on her knees, apologizing to Drake. 

Although he didn’t want her to do that, he just couldn’t stop it. Because he knew he wasn’t in the position to do it. Even now he isn’t. He doubts if he ever will be. 

The cigarette burned and the smoke was gone. Right away Carson appeared with a literal smirk on his face. 

“Drive!” He ordered Drake and entered the back of the car. Drake, being unsure, glanced back at the window of Carson’s room and quickly entered the driving seat. 

Soon Carson was busy with other things in his hands. Today was something important, while Drake was hesitating to ask Carson what was going on, Carson startled him. 

“Why don’t you just sit with me?” Carson asked, still keeping his eyes down on the file he was going through. 

“I..” Drake gulped down harder, keeping his eyes on the road. “I’m good. Sorry.” He still couldn’t keep his eyes on the road.

Annoyed, Carson closed the file and gave him a fierce stare, “What the hell do you want to know?” 

“Huh!!” Drake started to pretend, “Know what? I don’t want to know anything.” He chuckled nervously. He knew he had given his life in Carson’s hands which was the stupidest mistake he has ever made. 

“I have known you long enough. There is always something. Just ask away and get off my back!” Carson rolled his eyes, annoyed at him. 

“Uhm! It’s just that…” Drake kept checking in the mirror, his reaction. “It’s just .. erm... What…what did you do with Luna?” Drake asked, staring into the mirror. 

Carson’s eyebrows knitted and he stared straight into Drake’s eyes. Soon his forehead relaxed. He let out a heavy breath. 

“Don’t worry I won’t feed her to the guards before marriage. I don’t give away untouched things.” Carson replied, knowing exactly what Drake was worried about. 

Drake sighed but he was still not told what happened when he left the room. 

“What the hell is wrong with this man!” Luna growled in fury. All she could think was about Carson and his actions. “I am a quirk?!” She hissed, remembering his words. 

As soon as Drake left the room. Carson sighed, approaching Luna. Standing behind her as she was taking out her inner clothes from the drawer. Carson couldn’t help but snatch them. 

“Huh!!” Luna slightly jumped in fear. Bumping into Carson. Her towel was getting loose but her hands were quick to hang it around. 

“What’s so surprising?” Carson noticed how she was covering herself up. All he could think was messing with her before leaving her. His mind was filled with this ‘I have never seen something like this… Is she pretending to be innocent or maybe she really is?’ 

He smirked when her back touched the wall behind her. Clutching hard onto her clothes, his hand rested on the wall beside her head. She gulped down harder thinking maybe this was it. This is the time for him to show his true colors. 

Moving his face closer to her neck. He sniffed gently, ‘She does smell flowery.’ He thought. She scrunched her eyes, flinching her fists over her towel end. 

Carson couldn't help but chuckle a little. “Are you a virgin, little kitten?” He whispered, heavily into her ears. 

His breath tickled on her skin, but she was obliged to answer him. So she nodded. He didn’t expect her to answer. For a moment he was taken aback and he could clearly see she wasn’t lying. 

A bolt of excitement rushed into his head. So what they said at the auction while selling her was true. He licked his lips and moved his fingers, slowly and teasingly over her shoulder to her neck and further to her chin. 

Forcing her face up. She let out a shivered breath. Just as hot as he could have ever expected. But yet he didn’t want to take over her. 

“Don’t you worry? I don’t like fucking quirks!” He snickered and left, throwing her clothes at her which she couldn’t catch or even saw coming. 

All she could think was the word ‘Quirk’. No one has ever said that to her but was it worse than other insults like ‘Bitch, slut, hooker?’ Definitely, for her it was. 

Those insults were something she never was or will be but she knows ‘Quirks’ are nerdy and she’s a virgin which might now be an insult for her in the area she is living in. 

“We are at Mulberry,” Drake told Carson, getting out of the car. Carson adjusted his posture and looked around. Something is wrong, he could just tell by one look. 

They walked inside. Seeing the casino was doing fine and so did the dancers in the cages. People are throwing money at them, watching them dancing half-naked. 

“What’s going on?” Carson asked the manager, Briski came rushing to see if the boss was there. 

“Nothing, Sir. Why did you waste so much time coming here? Should have told me. I would have come. Should I bring you your taste of wine or maybe some other more addictive wine? A fresh order of slim chicks just arrived yesterday. A variety of it. If you wait in the VIP room, I’ll bring some..” Before Briski could sweat it any further, Carson interrupted. 

“Briski! Briski!” Carson stretched his lips, weirdly. 

“Yes, Sir!” Briski chuckled nervously. 

“I don’t like your name,” Carson said, looking around and suddenly resting his eyes on him. 

“Huh?!” Briski was taken aback. “I... I’m sorry.” He didn’t know how to reply to that. 

Carson stepped forward, getting his hands out of his pockets and on Briski’s shoulders, “It really confuses me, Briski.” Carson frowned. 

“WH…What does, Sir?” Briski knew he was in hell now. 

“The bars of revenue.” Carson flashed a tight smile at him. 

“I... I don’t get it, Sir.” Briski chuckled more nervously, trying to get out of Carson’s grasp. 

“Why do the money I get and the money you spend here don’t match, little Briski?” Carson asked, trying to make a cute face. 

“I… I didn’t do it.” Briski gulped down harder, sweating all over his body. 

Carson stepped back. “I know you didn’t.” Carson agreed and his bodyguards grabbed Briski, while he kept shouting and screaming. 

“I didn’t do it… I didn’t eat your money…Please.” Briski begged. The club went silent. Guards put them down on the floor, stretching his arms to his bones. Making him suffer. 

Carson bent down on his feet, staring at Briski, “Who did?” He asked in a low yet scary tone. Briski kept staring at Carson without uttering a single word. 

Carson sighed, getting up, “I expected that much.” And with that they get out of there, taking Briski with them to the white room.