During the three weeks I had now been here, the days were idled away. A lot of my time was spent with Louis.
I had occasionally ran into Mr. Dietrich a total of 5 times—and one of the times had merely been spotting him enter his study, barely catching a glimpse of his brown hair before the door was closed.
He stayed over a few times a week, occasionally exiting his bedroom to go to his study.
I had no idea what he kept in there, did in there or how he made the days go by being locked inside that room the three days that he said he would have been here for. And because of that I was left alone in this very big house.
The mansion was a hotel in disguise since it held everything inside, from a sauna to an indoor pool, a bar room and a pool table that I had stumbled upon one lonesome night.
The staff that worked here kept the house clean and tidy and had no problem with me intruding on their work hours to keep myself company.
They didn't mind spending time with me at all, we gossiped and played spade in the bar room, We stayed up for hours in the nights as they lived on the mansion grounds.
It took a lot of convincing to get them to socialize with me. And after pleading with them, they finally gave in, and what a relief that was. Finally getting to talk to someone rather that occupying myself with my thoughts, soaking up the rays of the sun as it would have eventually gotten stale.
Though the chef was a hard nut to crack and after a while, he had finally let me help him to cook dinner.
Even if they knew why I was here in the first place, they didn't mention it—I didn't either.
I was treated incredibly well for someone who was kidnapped—courtesy of Mr. Dietrich.
Sighing a little, this place was boring as hell. There was so much things to do here but there was only so much reading and drinking one could do before even those it was activities became boring.
It is very sad to say but I had totally grown tired of relaxing.
At this point, I was dying of boredom. The time flowed like cement. It was as if I was watching paint dry. I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time. It's not even 2 yet.
I stared up at the TV. The plasma screen sat on the wall like an unwelcomed mirror.
It was displaying soda commercials which made me even more bored. I picked up the remote once more to select a different channel and leaned back.
"So bored." I paced the theater's passageway, my steps slowly slowing down.
Louis eyes me from her post on the other side of the room and rolls her eyes. "Entertain yourself."
"Uh how?"
"I dunno, just do something."
"What?"
"Eat something." she nods at the snack machine that was placed neatly at the back of the room. I draged myself towards it, my stomach growling for food. After I got my snack, I sat back down, bored again.