I'll write your name!

Wait... I think something is wrong...

I open the doors to my guest room. As promised Tasha is waiting for me. Her smile shows she had too much alcohol. She's wearing her sexy black night-gown. I blush a bit, but try to keep a straight face. As I walk closer Tasha start to giggle. 'I've been waiting for this, my sweet bad boy! Trying to leave me like that. HAH, you can't leave the Tay22. Nor could the others!' I get slightly uncomfortable with the comments Tasha is making. I look at her and notice her smile is off. She just smiles the same as usual, but it's like this is the first time I realise that her smile looks a bit faked. 'Tasha, we need to talk.' I say with insecurity in my voice. 'No!' She says with a bit of a dominant voice. It feels as if she's acting like she's got controll over me. 'I want to start. I want to make this official.' She says with an obsessed tone in her voice. 'Tasha, I don't want to take this stept yet.' I say with all the courage I have. The room stays silent for a while.

'You can't do that to me.' Tasha whispers. I didn't hear it well, so I ask her to say it again. 'You CAN'T DO THAT!' She says with a wild and loud voice. I back off a little because I start to feel really intimidated. 'I have controll over you, Mike.' She says after a short moment of silence. 'I do what I want because I have you in the palm of my hand, exactly where I want you to be!' Tasha chuckles in a way that I would normally call cute, but not now. Now I realise that her smile has always been off, her way of talking to me has been off and her chuckles and grinnings have been off. She then says in a slightly evil tone: 'If you don't do as I say, I will stop the payment for your dear mother's treatment!' When I look at her I notice she's got an obsessed look in her eyes. 

I run out of the room and hide somewhere in one of the lesser used rooms of the mansion. This room is not a room Tasha would look for me.  I have never been in the room myself. I walk around and use the flashlight button on my Xphone as a guiding light. I notice a couple of paintings of men looking my age in fine suits. Their hair has been comped tidily and they wear an expenisve looking, golden necklace. A necklace that reminds me of the one I wear. I lift up the accessory around my neck and find out that they are exactly the same. 'Maybe that's family. And this accessory is something people close to Tasha get?' I said to myself to justify the weird discovery. As I look at the men on the paintings I notice how they are all really gorgeous men. Totally my type. I chuckle since I hadn't been attracted to men for a while, since Tasha was about the only one I saw.

But a feeling deep inside me comes up. I feel uncomfortable like I'm being stupid. Or as if I'm being naive.