I've searched all the walls for any indication of a hidden window or door with no results. The only thing I manage to find is a beautiful Crystal paperweight for a weapon. My stomach doesn't fail to remind me even in this dire moment where my life is at stake about needing sustenance. I don't dare to touch the food for fear of it being drugged and ignore my growling belly. I consider which method of attack would be best in my case. I decide to run the shower in hopes to bait him away from the doorway and slip by locking him inside. My back up plan would be a surprise attack to the back of the head.
My plan is again foiled as he magically appears from the other side of the room from a set of doors.
"That's not possible" I say out loud.
He doesn't even seemed perturbed in the slightest at my gawking or my attack stance while wielding a weapon.
"Was the food not to your tastes? If there is anything specific I can fetch it at once for you."
He speaks while striding over to take a seat in the lounge area where my breakfast sat now cold. I still had yet to make any movements other than eyeing him with suspicion. A surprise attack would no longer work. Judging from his body language my threatening stance seemed insignificant so I went ahead and sat down across from him unsure of what to do. Though he did not say to join him outright his expression spoke otherwise with a look of expectation as if still awaiting a reply to his earlier question.
I glance about looking anywhere but at his eyes directly not wanting to provoke an unpredictable male who I'm assuming now has me prisoner.
"Why is the door locked?" I tried to hide the tremor in voice not wanting to let him know I'm scared.
"It wasn't locked, the door just doesn't open without my consent."
"Isn't that the same thing?" I thought to myself.
"I didn't purposefully seal you here, it was merely a coincidence that you happened to wake before I returned."
This man wasn't making any sense not that it mattered. I simply wanted to leave and be on my way. The situation was already sketchy enough from the windowless bedroom to this man acting like locking someone in their bedroom was okay.
"Where are my clothes? I have somewhere to be today and need to leave now." I figured maybe if I just glaze over his locking me in he would let me go.
"You can't leave, at least not yet."
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Captured Love
FantasíaWithin a span of a single night the man of her dreams takes her away off to a faraway place. She has what she thought would be a one night stand only to find out in reality it would be a much more permanent commitment. In the end she must choose be...
