"There are others?" I questioned with a brow raised.
"Not too much. Just Hindly," the crisp way she said it made it sound a lot more like Dindly.
"You don't seem to be from around here now do you?" She asked. I nodded subtly, obviously too interested on Hindly to say yes out loud.
"Who's Hindly to him?" The question came off to me as intruding. I don't need to know.
"His soon to be wife," She said lowly, conspiratorial in fact. My chest wrenched painfully inside my chest.
"How long have they known each other?"I continued to prattle. The living room seemed nothing short of a modern one with the huge LG television set covering half of the wall opposite the door. The two twin sette had their surface freshly pressed, signifying that someone had just lain there. I don't know... Maybe Hindly perhaps.
Ander must like the color brown a lot. The entire living room, even the walls and television set were all brown. The wooden staircase which we now clambered on had the same dull colour. I hated it all because it made me feel fuzzy somehow. The earlier I leave the better.
Gawd... Please send David sooner. I prayed.
We stopped at a door as she gently took off my cuffs. Both wrists had violent red ring marks bulging on them. I rubbed at it silently, watching her unlock the door.
"Your room," She quipped once done and ushered me in. I'd be lying if I say I wasn't stunned. The ceiling for once stretched way up higher than I ever could imagine, along with the arched Windows. The room was pitch dark, more like a dungeon than a space for human habitation. I rubbed at my slender arms now, shivering as the lady watched me check every furniture out. The huge varsity bed was set out at a podium which covered the entire room in half. A reading table with lamp sat too on the podium. The bed was so big and high that even a ladder was attached.
"Woah," I whispered aloud. It was all a dream. I never for once imagine that I'd have a room so big and cozy like this.
Still pretty much seems like a dungeon to me.
"Sir Ander will be back in a few hours. Call out my name if you need anything, the lights would come on in a minute. Freshen up now, lunch in five minutes. Sorry it's late," She lingered at the door for a moment and turned as if forgetting something. "And call me Darcy"
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"Dinner in five"
Darcy pushed, the door open and wandered in. I held my breath for a split second and when she walked in past the door area, straining her eyes through the dark in confusion, I bolted out into the corridor. She must have detected the sudden gust of air, or the sound of my feet as it rasped against the wooden floor for she swiftly turned and cried out. I flew down the stairs, searching around in the dark for a torch or something in which I could use to trace the door. This was my moment, it was either now or never.
I'd given up on David. He wouldn't save me; I mean why would he when he doesn't even know I'm not in the police station nor did he trail after the fake police van. It's useless depending on anyone and so I'd vowed, immediately after Darcy's spicy dish of Chicken divan which we had for lunch to make this escape myself.
I stumbled severally, pausing a bit to wonder why Darcy's voice had died down. The whole house was quiet, nothing looked disturbed yet I kept tripping and falling over.
The parlor was spacious as I've come to observe, with the door completely opposite the picture frames. They were all still life drawings and nothing personal. It was an easy getaway yet I couldn't even find the door. Somehow it seems the pattern in which things had been arranged were altered, greatly. The huge mahogany table was in place of the door, the sette were no where to be found and the TV which covered half the wall wasn't there anymore.
What's happening?
"Going somewhere?" I froze as a broad palm, hardened by years of perhaps physical labor encased around my wrist pulling me backwards into a body. The lights came on as I whirled at once. Ander smirked at me, catching me in mid fall and wrapped his left arm loosely around my slim waist. "You're here" his voice had a tinge of fondness.
He looked....different. A being totally different from the rugged thug that'd met me a night before. His eyes were the darkest shade of black; Lucifer's and they sent chills down my spine when lit now with lust, and his blonde curls fell over his forehead, his jawline broadened with a thin almost invisible line of black hair.
I pushed against his chest astonished. Due to his bulk he didn't stumble back. We stood now staring at each other. "Why have you brought me here?"
"I trust you weren't just about to run away now were you? " his eyes hardened coldly as he fixed his tuxedo. He looked professional,
A thug!
"No?" I seem to ask stupidly. Darcy entered now, cowering at his presence. "Welcome sir, this little peril was trying to get away!"
"I was not! " I shot back, lies of course. Ander watched us contently as the silhouette of a frail lad came into view, watching us from the top of the stairs. I noticed Ander's gaze soften at him." You're up? " He trailed as a door slammed.
What's happening.
"You sent your fellow thugs to kidnap me, why do you want to keep me here?"
"Because I choose to" He stated now, his voice slightly raised in annoyance. "And you'd have to be much less a pest if you want to stay here much longer"
"Well that's great news because I don't want to stay here. I want to go back home to my family" I don't care if I'm shouting now.
"Family?" He sounded amused. "A family that threw you out of your own home and has now eloped with your father's gold" my words got caught in my throat at this. "How do you know about my father? You just met me yesterday"
Henderson Troops had been the only piece of property Lindsey hadn't sold of yet. Dad placed it under my name, and merged it with another one of his mega enterprise and although the business has folded up, it's shares were still intact.
It was my last minute option if I ever wanted to finish college in a few years.
"You aren't fraudulent are you" I arched my brows, increasing the distance between us. Realization finally dawned. "So that's why you're holding me here! You want my company!"
"Believe me, I have no interest in your little property. I'm already self made" his tone deepened, showing how really offended he was.
"Right. You're a street thug. I forgot" I rolled my eyes.
He shook now visibly enraged. Guess I took things a bit too far. "Now you listen and listen real good, you immature whiff. I'm not interested in your petty meager cash. I could produce thrice that amount in two days. So stop being stupid, you will stay here with me, you will live with me and you'll do whatever I ask you to do else" He motioned with his palm across the bulge in his throat.
Ew, I never really liked guys with Adam's apple.
I trembled now as he bounded up the stairs, his deep footsteps echoing all through the house. He crossed left, past my room and stopped at the door that'd just slammed a few moments ago. "Baby, I'm back now open up" He pleaded.
"You're such a dramatic whimp, you'd never run away even if you try," Darcy commented as she exits. I slump to the floor, drawing my knees up to meet my jaw and wrapped both arms around it.
You'll have to stay here with me, live here and do whatever I ask you to do...