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inwardly as he led her to the dining hall. He was so sure of himself; so confident in the perfection of his lavish home. Sadly, he had been right. It was the most beautiful dining area she had ever seen. The crystal chandelier above looked as if it belonged in an elaborate London opera house, and the formal dining table stretched the room. She would guess it could fit twenty, maybe thirty people. She guessed because she hadn’t bothered to count the number of dining chairs yet. Maybe she could do that during dinner in order to occupy her mind.
He made sure he sat at the head of the table, all the way in the back of the room so that he was facing the door. He put her in the seat right at the end of the table on the side of him. “I hope you like lobster,” he tried to impress her with his elaborate home and his elaborate dinners.
“I can’t eat seafood,” she told him. “I’m allergic.” And she was. The anger in his eyes told her he might try to force her to eat it. Well, then all her problems would be solved because she would be dead if she did. “I’ll just enjoy the salad.” She used the word “enjoy” trying to stave off whatever fit of anger he was nursing. It worked. He smiled at her and nodded affirmatively.
“And the wine.”
Oh good lord no; she couldn’t have the wine. If he knew what alcohol did to her he would have her conquered. He would know her weakness and he would use it against her. “No. I don’t drink. It’s not good for my stomach. May I just have some orange juice or something like that please?” Being nice might stave off his crazy for at least a little while.
“Of course. I actually prefer a sober woman. That way, when I take you I will know you are not in a drug induced haze.”
She held onto her reserve because she really wanted to tell him off good fashion, but now was not the time. Right now she just had to get through dinner and continue to try to come up with an escape route. There had to be something she could do to get away. God helps those who help themselves, she thought. Maybe she could think of something…maybe it just might work.
“Will you at least allow me to see the rest of your home? Is there a garden or someplace where I can enjoy the sun on my face?” If she could get outside for a little while in the morning then she could assess the situation and see if there were any holes in his security big enough for her to slip through.
“I knew you would warm to me,” he smiled. “Yes. I will show you my abode in the morning, but you will remain locked in your room tonight.”
She nodded. She hadn’t expected anything differently. He wasn’t the kind of man to take a chance on leaving her door unlocked and letting her escape. Not that she would have an easy time getting out of the estate anyway. The guards were always around and one had been stationed outside her door. She noticed him when Diego walked her to the dining room. She wondered if he had been there the entire time, or maybe he had come with Diego, but then she realized that he wasn’t following them to the dining room so he must have been standing outside her door the entire time. What did they think she would do; pick the lock and sneak out? She doubted she could do that even if she wanted to because she didn’t know how to pick a lock. Although she had seen on television that credit cards made lock picking rather easy. She unfortunately didn’t have a credit card on her person. She didn’t have anything on her person because she lost her backpack when the first group of creeps killed the tour group.
“Tell me about yourself.”
“I don’t know what there is to tell.” She couldn’t sit here and make idle conversation with her captor. Was he crazy? Yes, he was crazy. She already knew that because he was evil and evil had to breed crazy.
“What do you do…or shall I say what did you do?”
She thought for a second. She wouldn’t
He made sure he sat at the head of the table, all the way in the back of the room so that he was facing the door. He put her in the seat right at the end of the table on the side of him. “I hope you like lobster,” he tried to impress her with his elaborate home and his elaborate dinners.
“I can’t eat seafood,” she told him. “I’m allergic.” And she was. The anger in his eyes told her he might try to force her to eat it. Well, then all her problems would be solved because she would be dead if she did. “I’ll just enjoy the salad.” She used the word “enjoy” trying to stave off whatever fit of anger he was nursing. It worked. He smiled at her and nodded affirmatively.
“And the wine.”
Oh good lord no; she couldn’t have the wine. If he knew what alcohol did to her he would have her conquered. He would know her weakness and he would use it against her. “No. I don’t drink. It’s not good for my stomach. May I just have some orange juice or something like that please?” Being nice might stave off his crazy for at least a little while.
“Of course. I actually prefer a sober woman. That way, when I take you I will know you are not in a drug induced haze.”
She held onto her reserve because she really wanted to tell him off good fashion, but now was not the time. Right now she just had to get through dinner and continue to try to come up with an escape route. There had to be something she could do to get away. God helps those who help themselves, she thought. Maybe she could think of something…maybe it just might work.
“Will you at least allow me to see the rest of your home? Is there a garden or someplace where I can enjoy the sun on my face?” If she could get outside for a little while in the morning then she could assess the situation and see if there were any holes in his security big enough for her to slip through.
“I knew you would warm to me,” he smiled. “Yes. I will show you my abode in the morning, but you will remain locked in your room tonight.”
She nodded. She hadn’t expected anything differently. He wasn’t the kind of man to take a chance on leaving her door unlocked and letting her escape. Not that she would have an easy time getting out of the estate anyway. The guards were always around and one had been stationed outside her door. She noticed him when Diego walked her to the dining room. She wondered if he had been there the entire time, or maybe he had come with Diego, but then she realized that he wasn’t following them to the dining room so he must have been standing outside her door the entire time. What did they think she would do; pick the lock and sneak out? She doubted she could do that even if she wanted to because she didn’t know how to pick a lock. Although she had seen on television that credit cards made lock picking rather easy. She unfortunately didn’t have a credit card on her person. She didn’t have anything on her person because she lost her backpack when the first group of creeps killed the tour group.
“Tell me about yourself.”
“I don’t know what there is to tell.” She couldn’t sit here and make idle conversation with her captor. Was he crazy? Yes, he was crazy. She already knew that because he was evil and evil had to breed crazy.
“What do you do…or shall I say what did you do?”
She thought for a second. She wouldn’t
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