Acquire (BoyxBoy)

Zucca Field

As always I encountered several stares from the people we approached. I was walking with my hand placed in a king's. If I was them I'd stare too. The tip of my nose was cold, and I hoped that it wouldn't start running. Harold told me to sit upon the barstool that was near the countertop, which I did accordingly. He heated a plate in the microwave for me and sat it directly in front of me.

"It's left overs, but I didn't want to make you have to wait for my chefs to prepare something". I smiled and shook my head letting him know that it was fine. I wouldn't be picky when I'm finally able to have some food. I did feel uncomfortable though under his intense stare. He watched me eat as if he was analyzing me. I wasn't sure what the point of it was.

After a while of his intense peering I rose a brow in vexation. How long can someone feel comfortable watching someone, it really is rather odd. I could tell he didn't like my staring back so he started a conversation. "Did you enjoy your stay with the Brimmings?"

I wasn't sure how to answer when he bought me from them. It really is disturbing to describe myself as property. "It was interesting. The brothers are very close".

"If you're referring to Leo and Dante they aren't related". He grabbed one of my green beans and chewed quickly. He just took food with his bare hands ... Now's not the time.

"How do you know that? They believed themselves to be brothers". Well actually, Dante didn't.

"It's a touchy topic, if you want to know about it, you'll have to ask them yourself the next time you see them". What about it is so touchy? Wait I'll be seeing them again, I hope soon. Leo betrayed me, but I do miss him already, he's my only friend here.

I scarfed down the mash potatoes wondering if it was impolite to eat in such a manner. He didn't comment on it so I guess it's okay. "Would you like more papas?" I wasn't sure how to respond since I was slightly thrown aback. Did he just switch over languages?

"Yes - please". The edges of his mouth curled up and the sides of his eyes wrinkled. I'm still a little confused as to why he spoke Spanish all of a sudden.

"Are papas your favorite food?"

"Yes I like potatoes". I could see his eyes widen in recognition.

"I'm sorry, the language here is different even though it originates from several languages on earth. If I'm ever saying the wrong word you can correct me". He looked so embarrassed, one could say it was cute.

Wait- I'm not on Earth, where the hell am I? How'd I even get here? I'm so confused and frustrated, if he wasn't standing before me I'd probably break down. This is becoming too much. First I'm abducted, then I'm sold to a terrible man, after than I'm severely punished, sold again, and now I'm here being treated whatever way he wants me to believe. I took a deep breath deciding that I would figure it all out another time. I can be strong, I have to be if I want to get back home.

He had already put some more potatoes in the microwave to heat. It was interesting how much was so similar, and yet I knew I wasn't even on the same planet or I'm not so sure how it works. The microwave made a noise indicating that my food was done. I ate much slower than before since I didn't feel like my stomach was touching my spine, and my mood was depleted.

"We should go to an ummm I don't know what it is your language. It's big round and ahh, some people of your language put faces in them". He was looking me wide eyes waiting for my response, but I had no idea what he was even talking about.

"You can say it the way you know it, I'm a little lost, if I'm being honest".

"Zucca field". I have no idea what this man is talking about, faces in them ... Round -

"Pumpkin, are you talking about pumpkins?!"

"Yes, yes". He smiled wide and I saw that his canines were actually quite sharp, not long, but sharp, and I was questioning whether he was also one of them. He must've noticed my change in mood because he pierced his lips together. "I won't hurt you, I promise". I'm surprised he knew what shifted my joy.

"Will you want to ... I mean - my blood - do you -"

"I want to, but I won't. You're not strong enough for that, and I need you to stay alive". He sighed as he looked out of the glass in the French doors that exited his kitchen into the backyard. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

"I will be cold, but we can go to the zucca field of you want to". That seemed to snap him out of his trance. He smiles once more, but this time his lips stayed connected. I didn't mean to make him feel bad if I did. I don't even know why I care about this, he's not a good man. He sells people, he sold me.