Unforgettable

Chapter 3 I "Marriage?"

Allison's POV

It has been days since the man last came to see me. Ever since I stayed in this room. I didn't go out, I didn't get anything to do, nothing. All id di was lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. A few times a day, a servant came to see me. They bring me three meals a day and snacks. At first I declined the food, but once my hunger got too much to handle, I decided starving was worse, so I started eating every other meal. From doing nothing at all, I didn't really get hungry anyways.

Since eating was the only thing I could really do, I started thinking. I started thinking about the talk. What he told me about his obsession. About his feelings, how he wants me. Every minute I thought about him, my thoughts got more and more, until I couldn't be inside this room anymore. This was torture.

"Ms., is there anything you need? You could have just called for us." It's an elderly woman talking. It hasn't been longer than a few seconds since I left my room and they already noticed. Unsure on how to act, I go straight to the point.

"I want to speak to him." I announce, standing my ground. I didn't really understand his obsession, but I knew keeping me in this room wouldn't do anything for him to get over this.

"Excuse me?" She asks astounded.

"The man who keeps me here. I need to talk to him." I didn't have a plan about what I wanted to say yet, but I needed to get this over with.

"OH." She starts, looking around for help. "Um, that's not- I mean." She stutters at first, but lets out a sigh of relief when a door is opened behind me. "Oh. Ms. Moretti, your guest was asking for help I can't provide. Do you mind assisting her?" The woman has gotten really nervous after my request. Is he here against her will as well.

"Of course." The other woman, Ms. Moretti apparently, answers. "Allison, it's good to see you feeling better." I turn and see the same woman who almost caught me in the bathroom days ago. She is beautiful, making me wonder if she was the former obsession of my keeper.

"I need to talk to him." I repeat myself for her, not having the energy or will for small talk. Ms. Moretti and the other woman share a moment of eye contact, before Ms. Moretti steps towards me.

"Of course." She nods. "Do you mind joining me for some coffee while we wait for him?" She offers with a very kind smile, that I don't trust. As I open my mouth to decline, she beats me. "I believe it is very boring spending your days alone, and I'd like to get to know you better." She offers and I feel bad saying no. "Please, it is just coffee." She gestures with her hand to an open living room facing a beautiful garden.

I scan my surroundings, seeing the house looks very welcoming and homey. It is giving me Mediterranean vibes. Maybe coffee with her wouldn't be so bad. Maybe she can help me find a way out of here.

"Okay." I finally agree, earning a smile from Ms. Moretti.

"Perfect. Come on, this way. I just finished baking my famous lemon cake, you have to try it." She leads us over to two armchairs, facing the garden. I take a seat after her and once again scan my surroundings. It is beautiful, I can't deny that. "How do you take your coffee, Allison?" Ms. Moretti asks me. Hearing my name from her lips scares me and I remember that these people know things about me, that I don't want them to know.

"No coffee for me please." I tell her.

"Oh okay, maybe some tea?" She offers and I shake my head. "Lemonade, a soda, or oh maybe some wine. We have some fresh mint in the garden that tastes great in the white wine I got?" All she gets from me is a shake of my head again. "Okay." I can hear the disappointment in her voice. "I'll just get you some water then." Without waiting for an answer, she leaves me alone for a moment. I take this time to look around again. When I spot the woman from earlier peeking around the corner, widening her eyes when she finds me looking, I get curious. She was clearly spying on me. Is she the one telling the kidnapper what I am doing. Probably.