"Did you tell him that?" David said, bursting into laughter again.
"Dad, I worship David, why can't you understand he's the best thing that's happened to me!" I said, with the same tearful voice I had when talking to my father last night. When David laughed again, I snuggled up to him a bit more and planted a kiss on his neck. I think I really loved kissing his neck. It smelled so good.
"Ah, my artistic lover," he said, kissing the tip of my nose.
I truly worship this man!
"Well, my love, I guess it's time you met him," I said, looking at him expectantly.
"Father-in-law..." he said, as if talking about something terrible.
"Don't worry, he's understanding," I said, hugging him.
"Who better to take a King's daughter than me, a fine Black Knight?" he said, kissing my hair.
"My savior!" I exclaimed, tightening my arms around his waist.
"You're crazy, you know that!" he said, laughing.
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There was a feeling of helplessness over me, like a small child abandoned in a decrepit room. I felt like an ownerless, lonely, scared child. That's how he made me feel.
Resisting the urge to look at David's face, I stood right in front of him. His eyes were fixed on my face, watching me intently. When his finger slowly moved towards me, I pulled back. If he touched me, I couldn't stand it. I had no strength left.
"My beautiful Clara," he whispered.
While I froze in place, the melody of his voice caused my heart to beat faster. It always did whenever I heard it. I couldn't lift my head to look at his face. But he continued watching me as before.
"Come, Clara," he said this time. His tone wasn't harsh. It was the soft, exotic voice I was used to. It was such a voice that, if you heard it, you'd ask how it could hurt you.
He turned and started walking. I quietly followed him. When I lifted my head to see where we were, we were walking down a long corridor with dark red wooden doors. We stopped at the end of the corridor. David turned to me.
"You'll stay in the room opposite. It's forbidden for anyone to enter your room. Still, if something happens, just scream, and I'll be right across in my room," he said. I didn't reply. After watching me for a while, he retreated to his room.
When I entered the room assigned to me, I locked the door behind me. It was a modestly furnished, not too large room. Apart from an old brown wardrobe and a single bed, there was no other furniture. When I opened the wardrobe, there were only five sets of clothes: black t-shirts and black trousers. In the drawers were a few underwear and towels. And the thoughtful abductors had left an epilator. There were black sports shoes and bathroom slippers next to the wardrobe. The note pinned on the bed read:
"Breakfast: 07:25
Lunch: 12:25
Snack: 14:15
Dinner: 18:45
Shower hours and days: Thursday 08:00, Monday 08:00
Your duty: Assistant to Mr. David Morrell."
Great, I thought to myself. Just great! The only reason I was here was because of David. I was sure of it. He had intentionally had me brought here. The immoral man!
Looking at the pale grey round clock on the wall, I realized there were only fifteen minutes left until snack time. Not knowing what to do, I paced back and forth in the room. Just about when time was up, there was a knock on my door.
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