Freedom Calls

It's Official.

"This is your house...Like your house house." I said in awe as I followed Demir into the mansion.

"Yes, it's one of my homes. It's my newest addition." He stated.

There was so much glass in the foyer area I just knew I was going to break something. As soon as we got to the kitchen, which seemed like it could have been the space of a small apartment, I was able to breathe.

"Are you okay?" I looked up to see Demir leaning against the counter with his arms crossed staring at me.

Instantly, I stood up straight-which, in turn, caused sharp pains to shoot down my arm and back. "Shoot...Yeah, I'm fine. Glass makes me uneasy."

His eyebrow raised, "Don't tell me it's because of some superstitious belief."

I nodded," Yeah, it is actually.."

He rolled his eyes, " Of course.."

"Okay, let me show you to your room so we can begin this process." He clapped his hands together.

I frowned. " My room? What do you mean?"

"Oh, I must not have made that clear. You will be staying here."

My mouth dropped. "Really?"

He nodded and walked out of the kitchen. I followed him to the back of his house to a small sunroom. Everything in his house was well put together and clean. There was not a scratch or crumb anywhere so far.

The more we walked through the house, the more in awe I was that I would be able to stay here. My room was an extra guest bedroom that he was still getting together. It has one of those big luxurious foam top beds, windows that stretched across the wall and voice-activated lights. I had my bathroom and closet-although I had no clothes to go in there.

Something seemed off. Why would he allow me to stay here? Knowing that it would be super easy to just run away or escape, what was the catch.

" Why are you letting me stay here?" I questioned him as we walked into what he called the 'Green Room'.

He sat down at the large office desk that was located towards the back of the room. He crossed his hands and looked up at me with a coy smile.

" Would you prefer I keep you in some type of dungeon?" I frowned at his question.

"No...Also, I'm not some pet that you just 'keep'." I started realizing that he kept using the word 'keep' as if I was some pet.

He sighed, " Keeping you here is a matter of convenience. If I were to have you be kept at one of the main estates, I'd constantly be going out of my way to check up on you." He paused and pulled out a stack of papers.

" You being here, I'll always have intel on your whereabouts and doings. So even if you so tried to let's say 'runaway'," He looked up at me.

" We're so far out and up in the hills that by the time you made it down to the entrance of the estates, you'd either be a) found and returned by patrol b) shot-because you'd be trespassing since I don't give you permission to roam and or 3) you'd be suffering from dehydration, found and then put away in some dungeon." He waved his hand.

I squinted at him. He thinks that he's the shit.

Part of me wanted to test his caliber and see what he was made up of. Then the other part of me remembered what it was like to test a man who was controlling. They'd do anything to remain in control.

It was then that I made up my mind. If I was gonna live a free life, I had to play by this man's rules.

"How long do I have to stay here?" I finally asked.