My body shook with fear and need. I needed him but feared him for my life. How is that even possible. I need an escape but i never want to leave him. I have to make up my mind and do whats best for me.
"Lets do this." I said letting out a smile.
He leaded all of us to the house. It was bigger than I've ever seen before. He put me in my position and told me what to do. Then he preceded to his battle position. He told me to be aware. That people would be killed and he didn't want it to be me. I looked around myself and checked for people. Then i did what he had instructed before. I walked up to the door. It looked dutch and it had a decorative but scary looking knocker. I grabbed it, the head of a cobra, and hit it three times onto the wood. I waited in silence until i heard little footsteps approach me from inside. The door opened slightly but only darkness creeped out.
"Hello?" Said a scared, little, female voice. It sounded as if it where coming from a quite young little girl.
"Im here for.."
"Mr. Calvan?"
"...yeah..... Mr. Calvan."
She pulled the door back so i could see her. She was little probably four and a half feet tall. She had wide eyes that warned me to leave. I knew i couldn't but oh how i wish i could have. She gulped for one last warning to me and took my hand as if i was her sister. We walked through the empty, large corridor until we approached a big, red silk carpeted staircase.
She stepped onto the first step and turned to look me eye to eye.
"Im sorry." She said as if she understood. As if i had to do this to myself. As if this would be the end of me.
Then she took my hand once more. Both of our hands were sweaty and nervous. As we approached the top and entered into the long hallway, i saw at least a ton of maids. All blackened at the knees, in unappealing dirty uniforms that looked as if they had never been washed. The slaves themselves probably had never gotten a bath.
Then she guided me to the beginning of another hall. She let go of my hand and gave me a gentle shove. Lining the hall were paintings of old looking rich people. At the end of the hallway was a door. Big, wide, and lined with velvet.
I knocked once.
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU?" Yelled a strong male voice.
I cowered at the sound of it and turned away. My footsteps echoed throughout the now slave free house. It was way to creepy. I didn't like it. I had a feeling not just one master could round up and control all of these women. Either not alone, or his power was too strong.
I heard the door handle turn in anger and my pace quickened. I was surprised when the door opened and silence greeted me. I turned to look behind me but as soon as i turned, my body was pressed against his. How could he be that fast.
"Have you come to join me?" He asked in a grimacing whisper.
"Mr. Calvan?"
He caressed my face and brushed my hair back.
"I knew you'd come baby. They all do." He said.
He was scaring me. This reminded me of before and i didn't like it. I only have to keep distracting him for a little longer and then he will come for me. Chris will come for me.
"I...i"
"Don't speak. I have to show you how to get started on your pension."
"Pension?"
He led me into a room and locked the door. I began crying. He started approaching me and i lost it.
"CHRIS! CHRIS!" I screamed urgently for him to help me.
"Yes chris, please come out." He menaced.
What did he mean? How did he know chris?