Alexandra's POV—
A man in his 20s walked into the room. His face was covered with pimples and his teeth were uneven. If eyes were the reflection of soul, then his soul was really repulsing. All I can see in his eyes is lust. My face darkened at his words. What the fuck is he saying? He wants me? Disgust crawled over my skin. I don't like men. How can I like a man when I was previously one? And who the hell says these kinds of words?
"No. You can't have me," I scoffed.
The man said, "I am not asking you. I am just stating that fact. Your denial is merely a hindrance for me. I don't care," I scoffed.
I knew this apocalypse would bring out the worst in humans but I never thought it would be this soon.
"You can't force yourself on me. Being a human, doesn't make your soul quiver when saying these words?" I tried to reason with him. Honestly, he doesn't need to do any of this. I mean, maybe he can be changed.
The man laughed at my words. He said, "Hahaha... I... it was funny. Quiver? My soul? With what? Are you talking about morality with me?"
I shook my head in denial. I wasn't trying to give him a moral lesson. "I wanted you to know what you are saying is wrong."
"It's the end of the world. There is no morality left here. Believe me, you will thank me. Initially, I didn't plan to do anything with you. But when I saw your face... I was instantly enamoured by you. Your face is very beautiful; you are very gorgeous." Lust was written all over his face.
I cringed at his words. "Like I said before... my answer won't change. No means, no," I turned towards Tom, "he is your son, isn't it? Teach him some manners. You can't—"
A resonating slap was heard across the room. I couldn't complete my sentence as Tom slapped me tightly. A stinging pain buzzed on my cheek. I could feel it would be swollen tomorrow.
"Don't dare to insult my son! He is the saviour of this world! A man chosen by the gods themselves! How dare you insult him? You pathetic whore of a woman! You should feel honoured as for he chose you!" ranted Tom.
Saviour? Him? There is no fucking way this man, this pathetic and disgusting man would be the saviour of this world. But... why is he calling him by that title? My scrutinized him from head to toe.
The man had nothing impressive in him. He held almost zero aura around him. Everything in him screams that he is a bum, who is in serious need of job.
"Father." One word from him made Tom's mouth shut. He bowed his head obediently. The same was for the rest of his family. This man... he holds a higher position despite, Tom being the patriarch of the house.
The man continued, "Apologies. My father is a high-blood pressure patient. I will personally ensure he gets an appropriate punishment for his insolence. Hmmm... where was I? Yeah, I suggest you to accept this fact as soon as possible."
"I don't give a damn about your suggestion! Just let me go and we will pretend nothing happened," I said, with a hidden threat in it. I thrashed in my bindings, hoping it might loosen this time. Instead, I felt it tightened even more.
The man took out a gun from his waist and pointed at me. It was my gun. A smile was etched in his face, while a mocking look was floating in his eyes. He said, "This is your gun. I found it in your holster. Did you kill the zombies with this? Or did you escape them? Escaping doesn't explain the blood all over your body. Will you answer me about how you are completely drenched with their blood?"
I didn't answer his question and kept silence.
"Can't you answer his question?" yelled Henry.
"It's fine, Henry. She doesn't need to answer me. I can find it out myself." The man opened his palm and lifted it slightly. Flames erupted from the middle of his palm. My eyes widened a bit. According to the system, abilities wouldn't appear this soon. But here we are, with a man showing his fire ability.
"Do you see it? Can you fucking see it? I am the 'chosen' one!" boasted the man.
I replied, "It doesn't matter. Your ability doesn't impress me a bit." After seeing different forms of magic in my previous world, I am not all impressed by this measly show of power.
Every resident of the house glared at me with a murderous look. They would have attacked me if he didn't stop them.
The man made the fire disappear and said, "Fine. Let's see how long can you be this stubborn. Gag her and throw her in the basement. Don't give her food."
Tom immediately stuffed my mouth and tied the cloth around my mouth. He untied the rope that was attached to my legs and made me stand up. He, along with Henry, grabbed my both arms and pulled me with them.