His Desires

Chapter 4: No Warm Welcomes

Of course you know. I refrain from saying and rather roam the interior of the room while we eat in silence. The sound of cutlery and porcelain echos in the vast space of the kitchen which prompts a question from me. 

"Victor, how did a destroyed hotel from the sixties turn into a multi-million dollar bachelor pad?" 

He sets his fork down, surprisingly he has already finished eating. 

"Firstly I don't own a bachelor pad and secondly, you must know that buildings can always be rebuilt when knocked down, si?"  

The fingers holding my fork twitch a little bit.

"Yeah, I know." I manage saying without stabbing the fork in his eye. "But won't the hotel be . . . knocked down again if another earthquake hits again?" 

Victor raises his eyebrow at me. A simple gesture which takes me back to my grade five classroom. A feeling that I do not like at all. 

"I'm not a man to repeat mistakes of the past Amalia - only morons do that. Of course I didn't rebuild in that location. The room you were in before was underground, one of the suites on the third floor. I rebuilt it but the remaining hallway I left underground to connect with the new building."

Okay, now I am totally confused. 

He sighs, he must have deciphered my expression.

"I built a new building - not directly on the location of the hotel, but near it. I thought it would be beneficial to have . . . connections, so to speak." He answers carefully. 

"So technically  you spent million's of dollars with the objective to kidnap women and hide them underground in an old hotel suite?" The words just hang in the air between us, swirling into thick curls of awkwardness. Honestly, how ludicrous does that sound? This man has dived a little bit too far in the deep end.

"Do you realise how fucking stupid that sounds and not to mention insane? Never in my life - which by the way - has not been long, have I heard of such things. Not on the news, not in books and definitely not in movies or TV shows, and I watch alot of TV - so that's saying something." 

I only realise now, that during my rant I got up out of my chair and face the man, pointing my finger at him like a mother does when scolding an errant child. It doesn't help that he doesn't seem to be paying attention because magically, a newspaper has appeared hiding his deviously good-looking face. 

He can't be serious . . . Fucking asshole. 

"Hey!" I click my fingers in the air to grab his attention and conclude that I would have better luck with a wall. Frustration peaks into overdrive as I stomp over to the statue without hesitation. Now, being in the proximity of his cologne, the smell is entirely of sex and sin: literally this man is the epitome of it.  Reluctantly I push these thoughts aside and rip the paper from his hands which causes the bottom of the paper to tear, leaving the corners in his hands. Shit. 

His face is passive. His body doesn't twitch. He is still reading the paper, although it's not there anymore, but rather in my hands clenched inside my  fist.  My chest is going to collapse, almost like pillars that can't hold the foundation of a building. I'm amazed that the sound of my breathing hasn't distracted him or made him worry - of course that would be wishful thinking on my part.  Looking closely at his face I never noticed how clear it actually was; how clean his skin is, apart from the lines etched in his skin. Lines which signify years of hard work spent on construction sites and tedious business plans, lines of a tired and extremely important person. It makes me wonder how old he is. 

"As much as I hate being disturbed, it can't subdue my dislike to waste perfectly good things when they are usable. Although only being paper, Amalia, that newspaper had information regarding my auction next Tuesday." He speaks evenly, which disturbs me greatly.  The coolness of his voice was easy to detect meaning he is holding his anger, keeping the lid on tightly as to not let it explode. Yet, it astonishes me that the fear swirling inside has disappeared and has been replaced with a stain of annoyance. 

"Has your mother ever taught you manners? It's rude to ignore your - 

Guest.  Was I really going to say that? The common courtesy of welcoming a guest into your home is warm, treating them respectfully and giving them your undivided attention, being that you invited them personally. My invitation is none of those things for crying out loud; I didn't even receive an invite. I was locked in an old abandoned hotel suite underground, taken from my local gym with no clue where this hotel could be. Taken by a man who has no morals and undeniably  has not hurt me . . . yet. I feel like I am on one of those really cheap drama shows where the story has no conceivable plot and only lasted one season due to bad ratings. I'm not being tortured, he hasn't made me ring my father for ransom. He definitely doesn't need money though.  He hasn't really touched me, but did say he wanted to have sex with me earlier.  So will he force me to have sex? Would he rape me? 

I look down at the empty plate on the counter. He served me food and told me stories, even mentioned his grandfather to me. What kind of kidnapper does that? Reflecting on what has happened makes me realise how comical this man is. For a second he actually made me feel like an ordinary person having a bite to eat, despite the fact I haven't met this man before, or what he has done. Is this how he does it? Lures his victims in and pounces on them when they least expect it? Looking into his eyes, which bore into mine, the darkness of them almost makes them look black except the tinge of green circling around his pupil. He truly could captivate a room with those eyes. Dark, mysterious, brooding - something a woman in this time era seeks for in a man. Staring into his eyes, I feel like I'm swimming in water, except it's not blue and clear, rather a blackness like a pool of shadows. Instead of drowning, I'm being swallowed entirely and being swallowed, well . . . I don't have a chance to fight for air.  

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I START UNI SOON? AHAH what is going on? Where is this year going? Like seriously. GOOD NEWS my course is online sooo i can do everything on my laptop :D Sorry for the late update, I realllly had to think about this, but I should be on the right track for the story now. Thanks little mexicans! :D Vote or comment. xxx