Lost Boy (bxb)

Eight

I walked downstairs. I looked around, going towards the west wing of the mansion. One of the servants came up to me. "Master doesn't like for people to go up there." He said, leading me away from the wing. "Are you looking for Master? Hes in the dining room, waiting for someone." I looked at him. "Oh, okay. Can you show me the way?" I asked politely, looking back at the west wing. Curiousity would be a rough mistress. As the servant showed me the way to the dining hall I noticed my mind wondering into deep, dark, dirty spaces. Im a virgin. What if he isn't? What if that's what he wants to do to me? What if that's the only reason I had to wear a dress? I'm casually freaking out, and it seems this wall totally jumps out of nowhere. Totally. Ouch. That hurt. The servant looks at me. "Are you okay? Were you wandering?" He giggled a bit, helping me up. "You'll be okay. If it hurts later tonight just call for an icepack. Call for Henry, I'd like to get to know you." He smiled, and opened two fancy doors to reveal a table, a very long table I might add, with handsome Brayden at the end of it. Henry showed me to a seat, and brought out food out. I looked at Brayden, my face a bit blushy. "Are you sick, kitten?" He asked, walking over to me. He put his hand on my forehead. "You're burning up." I totally wasnt sick. Oh god! What if I'm blushing so hard its warming my face up! Oh no! Stop blushing you dumb body! I know where you live! "I-I can assure you I'm not sick." I said.
"Oh, but kitten. I'm afraid you've caught Stockholm Syndrome." Ive never heard that word before. I look at him, confused. "What does that mean, mister?" He chuckled, a very sexy deep chuckle. "It means you're falling for me, even though you're supposed to hate me for kidnapping you." He explained, and looked at me as If I was supposed to squeal and scream, "sex me up!" I think for a moment. "I don't particularly hate you, hate is a strong word. If you let me keep seeing Alex though I'd willingly stay here. Better than my house, at least. This is probably better than everyone i knows house.." Brayden was very cross then. "You don't need to see Alex, you only need me kitten." He walked away from me then. "Can I at least have my phone, Uh.. What should I call you?" I looked at him. "Um.. Call me master. Thats hot." He smirked and laughed. "Well, may I please have my phone, master." I glared, more playfully than what you think. "Give me just a day or two, I need to disable calling and texting." I look at him in shock. "No! But then I can't text Al-L my friends!"