Unforseen Circumstance

Chapter 2

The figure left a couple of minutes ago leaving me to my thoughts. He indulged no information no matter the question I asked. And now I really have to go pee. My bladder was on the verge of bursting when I heard a door open light slipping through as well as a figure the light surrounding him but still keeping him a shadow. He strides purposefully towards me stopping a few feet away. Not moving an inch he stares at me, observing me. I watch him for a little while but when I can no longer ignore my protesting bladder, I speak my voice cracking and weak,

"I really have to go pee."

"Do you now?"

"What kind if fucking question is that? I think I know when I have to go pee and right now I really do."

He does that thing again, slightly tilting his head like he's amused.

"My near bursting bladder is not amusing."

I glare at his figure knowing he can see it since the light from the doorway shines on my face. Eventually I look away, concentrating hard to hold my pee. God this is embarrassing I haven't done this in years, I'm 23 for Christ's sake. Suddenly he walks closer towards me startling me. He brushes past me leaving a scent so strong and masculine to reach my nose. Suddenly I hear a knife being opened. A sound very familiar to my ears. A surge of adrenaline races through my veins fear becoming evident. I should have kept my mouth shut. Dante was always telling me my smart mouth would get me into trouble someday. I wish he was here right now, my big brother would have protected me till his last breath. But of course he wasn't here. I was alone and I was probably about to get my throat slit. I felt the ropes around my chest suddenly start to loosen. What was happening? Then it dawned on me, he was cutting the ropes that were binding me to the chair. Slowly the ropes around my torso became looser and looser until they fell away, leaving my wrists tied together the ropes around my lower legs slowly began to fall away as well. Lastly the ropes around my ankles were cut free.

"Stand up slowly."

I followed his command knowing better that it would be unwise to disobey him. I knew that this could have been my chance to make a run for it, but something told me that would be the worst thing to do right now. I know I couldn't be able to get very far, I had only seen this room for who knows how long plus I had to pee, my hands were tied, and my captor was standing very close behind me. The odds of me escaping were not in my favor. I felt a large rough hand slowly close around my wrists, mostly holding the part of my wrists bound with rope.

"Now I'm going to walk you to the bathroom you're going to do your business and then we're going to get some food into you. You will then be escorted to your new quarters. I would suggest not doing anything stupid and rash. I have a tendency of not handling those things well. Understood?"

"Loud and clear."

"Good then let's get a move on. I have very important things to take care of today."

Slowly walking forward with my captor behind me....hmm my captor, I just realized I had no name for him. He was either my captor or the figure.

"What should I call you?"

He seemed to contemplate my question as we turned down some barren hallways. During his contemplation we went through a series of hallways that became more furnished as we continued walking, doors now becoming a regular sight and the hallway lights less dim. We came to a staircase that didn't seem to be used often and ascended them. When we reached a landing he led me farther up. It made me question. Had I been underground before? How many floors were there? We continued up the steps. When we reach the next landing he pushes me to the door. Reaching in front of me he twists the knob and pushes me through the door. A small gasp escapes my lips as I pass through the door. The furnishings are gorgeous. Thin plush red carpet, red and gold ornate wallpaper, beautiful dark oak hall tables holding blues vases brimming with white roses, a gorgeous dark wood banister forming a rectangle shape like the hall with a large grand staircase centered in the side near us of the rectangle, large windows brightening the dark colors from opposite the staircase, a large glamorous chandelier hanging in the center of the high vaulted ceiling over the void of the cut out floor. He lets me take in the sight for a little while before pushing me farther on to the second door on the left side of the staircase. He opens the door and nudges me forward. The room is equally stunning as the floor the room is on. Rich red walls, a dark wood desk with a matching nightstand, dresser, and armoire, with a large dark canopy bed. On the opposite side of the room are large glass doors that lead onto a balcony with a view of a thriving garden below. Next to the desk is a door that I'm assuming is a bathroom since he's leading me towards it. He opens the door leads me through it and and shuts it behind him. Having me stand in front of him he opens up the knife and makes quick work of cutting the ropes in my wrists. I take this time to study him through the mirror in front of us. He's pale and dirty blonde, his eyes a gorgeous pale blue, with full lips and a soft nose. His face is flawless and strong. He's tall and lean yet slightly muscular, his posture rigid and straight. His impeccably crisp suit tight against his chest and arms.

He must have felt me starring at him because he looked up with a small smirk on his face.

"Like what you see Princess?"

I blushed furiously and looked away taking in the rest of the bathroom. The bathroom was huge, nearly as large as the bathroom it was adjoined to. To my left was a large white porcelain tub that could easily fit three. Next to it stood a large shower with frosted glass. On the wall opposite me under the mirror that covered most of the wall was a long black marble counter top with double sinks and large drawers. The tile was a smooth off white similar to the walls. The towel rack next to the tub held large fluffy white towels. To my right was another door that I assume held the toilet behind it.

When my wrists were free I immediately brought them in front of me and rubbed my raw red wrists. I looked through the mirror at him confused and awed.

"The toilet is right through that door. I'll wait right here for you to finish."

I practically ran to the toilet. It was such a relief to relieve my bladder. I came out and washed my hands and to no surprise he was standing exactly where I had left him. I dried off my hands and turned to him.

"This will be your room during your stay. I will not hurt you unless you provide me, and your needs will be taken care of. Let's go down stairs and get you something g to eat. After you finish you can come back up here and clean yourself up."

Authors Note:
Okay! 1,297 words in this chapter. I feel accomplished. Again let me know on your thoughts. Don't be afraid to lay it on me.
See you in the next chapter. Lots of love,
Gabrielle