Drogo: Is it love - The original story (Game walk through)

Chapter two part three

At the exit, I hesitate a moment. I glance left and then right, without really knowing which direction to take. I turn left, after pacing through a series of corridors that mean nothing to me, I sigh. How the hell do you get out of here? A little preoccupied, I don't really look where I'm going, but I'm brutally brought back to reality. I bump into someone. He catches me just before I fall flat on my face. Surprised, I look up and meet strangely familiar, amber coloured eyes. Drogo!

Drogo > I'm beginning to think that you're following me!

His little superior air really irritates me. It's as if he had no other expression. Just my luck, to run into him now!

> I could say the same thing.

I try to leave, but he stands in front of me and prevents me from passing.

> Jeez, what's your problem? Do you behave like that with everyone or am I privileged?

He comes close to me. Too fast, too near. I try breaking through left and right, but he slips in front of me every time. I am again at his mercy, without the possibility of escaping. I step back instinctively until I find myself back to the wall. I'm stirred. My emotions muddle again in my head. He places his hands against the wall, on either side of my shoulders, and slowly moves closer. His face is only a few inches from mine. I swallow nervously. Can he feel my anxiety, my fear... my body on fire? All I know is that it's not good for me to stay here alone with him. He leans into the hollow of my shoulder and inspired, over and over again. He doesn't try to touch me, but it doesn't change anything. His presence stirs me every time, without my being able to fight. I daren't make another move, for fear of aggravating the situation and accentuating my embarrassment. I hold his gaze, blushing slightly, like every time our eyes meet. He stares at me with such an intensity that I really feel like I'm his prey.

Drogo > What if I had you right here in the middle of this deserted corridor?

I feel him very close to my skin. It's both oppressive and exciting, but I'm still on the alert.

> You don't have the right to...

A hoarse laugh escapes from his mouth which baffles me. I'm curious to know what he's going to retort, this time.

Drogo > I don't care much for such petty manners, what I want, I take, and I really want to play with you, little thing.

> I am not a toy!

Drogo > Oh, yes you are! And I'm going to make short work of you!

My body erupts in a new wave of heat and I feel my heart pounding. I hope he doesn't notice my arousal. But, seeing the gleam in his eye and the grin on his face, I know that he delights in the situation. I'm divided between the desire to shut his trap and that of seeing his plan executed. He moves away from me slightly and gives me a cajoling smile. In my despair, I push him back. He lets himself be pushed away, laughing. I rush to the exit, frightened by what just happened.

Drogo > Run, little thing, run as far as you can. But don't forget that I'll always catch up...

His laughter pursues me, echoes in my head and continues to intoxicate me. He's the only one to unnerve me like that. It's insane!

According to my schedule, I have only one lesson this afternoon. I hurry, intentionally because I do not want to cross Sarah or Drogo. He drives me mad! And Sarah, well it's different. I like her, but she's hiding things from me. And I don't like that. I hurry up the aisle. At this time, during the lunch break, the gardens are crowded. I try to think of a way to learn more about Mia Cooper and her sudden disappearance. After the discussion we had in the cafeteria, I am now convinced that the Bartholy's are connected with it. I'd like to have more details. After all, there's no harm in wanting to learn more about the family I'm living with. If I'm in the slightest danger, I may as well know as soon as possible so as to run for my life! The best thing is to take advantage of my visit to the library to try to glean some information. Perhaps I can find some newspapers that wrote about the tragedy, as it happened only a few weeks ago.