He Bought Me

3.

After writing down the information Boris gave me some clothes. They're men's pajamas, long gray sleeve shirt and flannel pants. We get dressed together then he takes me to the room next door. There are no chains on the bed, no whips or ropes of the wall. This room seems more welcoming. There's a bookshelf in the corner, a long and short dresser, and a piano.

"No one's ever seen this room before" Boris informs me, "Don't tell anyone"

I nod my head, "You play?" I point back to the piano with my thumb.

His eyes darken, "Shut the fuck up. Ask another question about the piano and I'll cut off your fingers"

I nod my head again. Why is he getting so aggressive about it? I walk over to the bed and sit down. "I used to play the cello" I whisper, "It's one of my favorite sounds"

He doesn't say anything. He walks back to the door, grabs the knob but stops, "Don't touch the piano"

"Ok" I whisper then he leaves. I hear the door lock from the outside and my chest tightens up. I feel like crying but I can't, not anymore. The sound of the glass breaking is still locked in my head. I don't know what came over me, I just kept seeing his rage and wanted to challenge it.

I stand up, walk over to the piano, and sit down on the bench. A piano and a bookshelf filled with books, this can't be his room. Why keep it so close to the other room?

Hours go by and I'm still in here. I haven't heard anybody walk by or no one has come to check on me. I'm fricking hungry and the only thing I had to drink was that damn Hennessy. I didn't touch the piano or the books but that's because I don't like books. I tried opening the windows but it won't budge.

Finally, I decided to just lay back and try to get some sleep. Five minutes go by and I hear the door open but I don't move. Someone walks in then shuts the door. By the sound of the footsteps, the person is barefoot. Maybe it's Boris, he was barefoot last time I checked. The person walks over to me then something heavy is placed on the bed.

"Franky?" Boris whispers, his voice actually sounds peaceful. I open my eyes before rolling on my back. "The guys...they got you some food" he whispers. I sit up and my eyes lock to the tray of food by his side. There's a sandwich, a bowl of fruit, and a water bottle.

"Thank you" I can hear how dry my voice is. He stands up then strolls over to the bookshelf. I grab the tray and settle it on my lap. I pick out the pieces I don't like in the sandwich then take a bite.

"I can't trust you to be anywhere else," he says and I look up at him. "After the shit you pulled in the other room, I think it's best if you stay here"

I swallow the food in my mouth then wipe my lips, "Is this your real room? Do you sleep here?"

He turns to me, "How do you feel about being blindfolds?" there's no smirk on his face or amusement in his eyes, it's a serious question.

"Um, I hate it. It gives me anxious"

"Too bad. I'll be back" he walks to the door and leaves. I finish the rest of the sandwich and chug down my water. I'm too hungry to even care about what he said.

The door opens and Boris steps inside, holding headphones, a phone, and a blindfold. "Stand up" he orders.

"I'm not done eating" I want my fruit.

"You can finish after"

I put the tray to the side and stand up. When he strolls over to me I can hear the music playing from the headphones, it's loud rock music. "I need to do something but as I said, I can't trust you. So you're gonna wear these"