Hostage or Captive

Chapter 8

For the apartment, I took a lot of creative license on how the apartment looked and worked. (The picture is how to picture the room)

As he walked out the door my body had no option but to follow. He led me down a series of halls going past the kitchen and into a room made of glass. Behind the glass walls, instead of a view of where we were, there was smoke. The smoke swirled behind the glass seeming as though it had a mind of its own. When Jonathan walked in it seemed to bunch up to whatever wall he was closest to.

Confused as to how the house was surrounded by smoke, I decided to ask,

"Where are we exactly". He didn't even bother to acknowledge my question, he just walked further into the room over to where a grand piano sat. Unsure of what to do I just stood in the door way of the room, considering whether putting distance between us would break his hold over me. Before I could even fully consider how bad of an idea it would be, his voice broke the silence in the room,

"Sit down". Wanting to see how much control I had over what he tells me to do and just wanting to tick him off for not answering me and still expecting me to do everything he says, I sat down where I was standing. Since he still hadn't bothered to turn around it took him awhile to finally turn around to face me, thinking I was sitting on one of the white couches near him. When he realized I wasn't on any of the couches his face twisted into one of anger. His eyes scanned the room and when they finally found me his face changed to one of laughter, with his stupid smirk plastered on his stupid face.

"Come here Skylar" He chuckled. Unable to disobey I got up and walked towards him when I finally reached him I didn't even bother looking up at him, knowing that he'd take enjoyment out of my annoyed face. 

"What did I say about submitting" he laughed out, unaware as to the real reason why my head was kept down.

"Where are we" was my only response.

"Look at me" He ordered. The amount of anger I felt at this point was beyond belief, but it was also tinged with fear, fear that he could make me do whatever he wanted. Still wanting to test how much I could control my movements I moved my head as slow as possible to look him in the eyes. I think I actually managed to make it take almost a minute, go me.

When I finally looked at him his smirk was still in place and he was about to say something before I cut him off.

"I did as you said now tell me where are we" my voice was soft but held more confidence than I felt. He just looked at me for a second then decided to answer,

"We are in a pocket dimension"

"A pocket what?" I ask not sure what he said, he just looked at me and smiled but not one of his cruel smiles, this one almost looked real.

"A pocket dimension, it a small separate dimension connected to ours and only accessible through an object enchanted with the materials originally found in that dimension." 

"So if it's only accessible by using an object from that dimension how do you ever get the object from that dimension, like you first must get to that dimension to get the material but you can't get the material unless you get to the dimension." I ask confused, which only made him laugh.

"Smart girl-" he said before I cut him off,

"I'm literally like the same age as you, so stop with the kid crap" I snapped at him.

"I'm actually seven months older than you." before I could cut him off again he said, "Would you like me to answer your question or not?" He paused looking at me waiting to see what I would do, after I didn't respond he continued,