The dining room was spectacular. The room was huge. The room itself was bigger than the house i lived in. A great big chandelier hung from the ceiling and a huge table was stationed under it. The walls were a pretty purple color and the floors were made of marble.
"Wow" I breathlessly said to no one in particular. "This dining room is huge!"
Smiling, Krystal pulled me over to the table and sat down. "I know. Mom wanted a big dining room and this house had exactly what she wanted.
" Huh..."I said thinking. "What is your relationship with Beau?"
Krystal started giggling."We don't have a relationship silly. That would be weird. He's my brother. " Krystal giggled again. "Speaking of Beau he said he would meet us in the dining room."
"Well I bet he is too busy torturing some poor soul." I smirked and rolled my eyes. I noticed Krystal's smiled dropped and her brown/green eyes changed to almost completely brown.
"T-torturing. "Krystal shuddered. "No. No. Don't say that word. That's a bad word." She put her hands over her ears.
"Bad word. Evil word. Beau. Beau will protect me." She got up from her spot at the table and ran out of the room, leaving me completely speechless.
"What the heck?" I wondered out loud. "What just happened?All I said was-"
I suddenly stopped talking when I heard Krystal giggling. What the heck?
"Krystal did anyone ever tell you you are very beautiful?" A very familiar voice asked.
"You tell me that everyday. Don't you remember?" She giggled and walked into the room with her arm linked with Beau's.
"Well you are. Now I need you to go to your seat so we can eat. " Beau slightly smile but when he looked at me he smirked. He escorted his sister to her seat never looking away from me. I watched him as he walked over to his seat which was across from me. Feeling slightly jealous I looked away from him.
"My dear Cupcake I'm glad you could join us." Beau clapped his hands and like magic people starting pouring out of the kitchen and placing food in front of us. When all the food had been placed they all bowed their heads and walked back into the kitchen. "You may now eat."
Krystal giggled as she took a bite of her food. From the looks of it, it looked like she was eating grilled salmon that had a hint of orange to its smell.
I shook my head in disgust. Poor fish. Poor poor dear fish. I looked away from Krystal as she ripped a piece of the fish off with her hands and raised it to her mouth. I turned my head towards Beau, who seemed to be enjoying his meal in silence. He seemed to be eating a steak. I shuddered in thought of just having to eat it.
I sat there watching Beau for a while. I watched him as he would cut a piece off the steak and eat it. Over and over.
"Are you jealous?" Beau said startling me half to death.
"What?" I asked looking confused.
"Are you jealous?" He repeated, with a slight smirk.
"Jealous of what?" I frowned.
"Jealous that I'm eating this juicy steak instead of you." He smirked, raising an eyebrow.
It took me a minute to comprehend what he meant. Then I finally got it. Oh. My. God. He did not just say that! "You did not just say that!" I yelled.
"Krsytal, dear, did you just hear me say that?" Beau asked her without looking away from me.
"Yes, Beau, you did."
"There you have it. I did say that. " he smiled that smile that made me want to melt. Stay strong! I yelled to myself. You have to stay strong!
"You make me sick." I glowered at him.
"Oh my dear, I can make you feel other things too. Come to my bedroom after dinner and I'll show you." He leaned over the table and whispered. I hissed at him. Surprised he leaned away from me and resumed eating, but, once again, never looking away from me.
"Beau?" Krystal started. "I'm done. May I be excused?" I looked over at her plate to find it half finished.
"Yes Krsytal, you may go. " She thanked and a ran out of the room skipping. I spoke badly wanted to go with her but I knew that I had to face Beau sooner or later. So I chose now would be good.
"So, Cupcake, I know you have some questions you would like to ask me. So ask away." He smiled and shoved his plate away. "But beware, ask the wrong question and you'll find yourself back in that dark little tortured room. Understand?"
Taking a deep breath I nodded my head. Here goes nothing. I am thought to myself as I asked the first question.
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Never to Return *Starting up again 1-10-18*
Ciencia Ficción"You think you are so smart. Don't you?" He whispered in my ear. "I'd like to think so. " I said, struggling to breath. He lifted one hand to my face and stroked it. "You know, seeing you in those chains turn me on." "You're sick." I spat trying to...
