What's a Riddle?

Tom

As much as I was impressed with my prisoner taking down one of the most dangerous animals to exist. I was also enraged that she murdered the basilisk. She also stole things from my room, and she shouldn't be able to live. I walked up to her very calmly, and the second I reached her I grabbed her arm and walked away with her violently. She was struggling a little, but I'm much stronger than her. "Get the fuck off me!" "I told you to stay where you are!" "Did you seriously think I would listen?" "No. What I seriously think is if you don't stop this behavior that you won't survive by the end of the week. The only reason I'm not skinning you is because I need you unharmed, and alive. You're so fucking lucky. I'm wondering if I should go past my fathers orders to get you to stop being a fucking pain in the ass!" "I'm sure he would kill you for hurting me." "Not unless you've done enough to be killed by me." "Well have I?" "You say one more word and I'll strangle you." "Really because you do a pretty shitty job of hurting me." I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the cold wall while tightening my hand around her throat. "I'll fucking hurt you!" She started to wheezing, and I could feel her swallowing a little. "Enough with this behavior, or I'll make sure you keep that mouth shut." I let go of her and she gasped for air while I grabbed her arm. I dragged her to my room, and I locked the door. "What are you doing?" She asked softly. I didn't answer and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom. I grabbed some hydrogen peroxide, and some Analgesic. Which is a pill that helps with concussions and head trauma. When I came back she was picking the lock, and I quickly grabbed her and threw her on the bed. "Stay!" I yelled. She was laying down but she pushed the top half of her body up with her elbows. I grabbed the medicine, and crawled on the bed. "What's that?" "It's medicine that will help with your concussion." "I don't have a concussion." "I'm not stupid. I can see that you hit your head on the ground." I gave her the pill, and applied the disinfectant on her head wound. Strangely she didn't seem like she was in pain while I was applying the hydrogen peroxide. I knew it burned a little, but she was really good at hiding the pain. "Dinner will be ready soon." "I'm not hungry." "Well you're going to sit at the table with me because I don't trust you by yourself." After I was done she sat up and didn't look at me. The side of her jaw was facing me, and she tucked her knees into her chest. The one thing I could really focus on was her breathing. It was like it's own art form, and it's something people do every day to survive. But she made something that's needed for survival look so perfect. As I was staring at her, I was noticing things about her that I've never noticed. She likes to stay still when she's trying to think about what she's going to do. She only blinks if she needs to, and doesn't over due it. Her breathing is so soft, and you can barely hear it. You really have to focus on her breathing to make sure she's alive. But the way her body moves while she breathes seems like a job. When she's done with a thought and she doesn't like the outcome, she barely shows her tongue and slightly licks her lips. I got up from the bed, and grabbed her arm again. I could tell she wanted to grab my letter opener and slit my throat. I took her out of my room, and took her to the kitchen.
    The food was almost ready I just had to add some more things. Once I got to the kitchen I picked her up, and placed her on the counter. I could feel her eyes on me, and when I looked around she was dead staring at me. "Would you like to help darling?" "I didn't know you could cook." "My father didn't give me bodyguards, or personal chefs. So I tend to be independent." She got up from the counter, and shoved me to the side. "Do you want a personal chef?" "There are other things I desire than other people to do things for me." "How admirable!" She went to go sit down at the dining table, and waited for the food to be served. I sat down next to her while we ate dinner. About halfway through dinner I noticed she was acting weird, and I was correct. She grabbed one of the knives next to her, and tried to stab my hand. But I caught it before she got the opportunity. "Get it through your skull Roxy..I'm not letting you go, and you won't be able to escape." She tried to attack me again, and I grabbed her and tossed her on the table. She was on her back, and was looking at me with anger. I looked at her figure on my table, and I could feel my emotions raging through me. Before I could do something bad I grabbed her neck and picked her up off the table. "Calm down." "I'm not cleaning up the mess." "You're the one who caused it." "You didn't have to throw me on your table dumb ass!" "Go to your room, I have a surprise waiting for you." "Tom, why would I take anything from you?" "Because you want something fresh, but something that is still you." "And you left it in the room I'm staying in." "Go open it and tell me later how much you hate me." "I think no matter what you do I'll hate you." "We'll see." I walked her back to her room, and closed the door. I knew she would like the things I got her, and I also knew she wouldn't want to admit it. She's a very interesting girl, and that interesting girl is someone I can read very well.