Page 16 of Owned By Frank

ITS A DEAL

I'm going to regret this, I know it.

I can feel that this is a bad idea but... Why am I doing it right now? Why am I following Frank? Is it curiosity? Is it some mystery? Or is it just trying to do the dangerous thing?

I walk slowly as I follow in his footsteps. His are long and hasty, while mine follow them with total secrecy.

My eyes are free to admire that body. Wide back, narrow waist, strong and firm arms, hard and long legs. An intimidating posture, a height that is perfectly in its point, and the worst? those tattoos, those that make him look fucking dangerous, those that adorn his skin.

Not even the slightest sound can be heard in a tremendous space. Our steps are silent and careful, as if we wanted to hide any trace that this is exactly what is happening.

Then we get to the steps, the wide steps that lead to what is the second floor, or well that's what I guess. He turns discreetly, his look makes me understand that he is inviting me to be the first to go up. I do not refuse, it is not a problem for me, what makes me uncomfortable is that he is going to be looking at me, why should that look make me uncomfortable? Why exactly?

We go up, pass each step with silence. We don't dare say anything at all. When we reach the end, he stands in front of me and with his jaw he points out which way I should go.

I turn to the left side and start walking through the long corridors. Everything, absolutely everything, is in complete silence, not a single light can be perceived in the place.

It's like it's just me and him in this big mansion.

The huge windows have been completely opened, the curtains are dancing in the terrible wind and at this point in height including the angle at which I am, the moon can be seen more beautifully.

For a moment the idea of being able to escape arises in my thoughts, I could go out through them...

- Don't even think about it - his body is static in front of me - the height would end your life for sure...

Seat. Shit! Why did I do that? Now you know exactly what I was planning to do.

We continue with our route. The carpet makes my steps silent. All the doors are closed, the decor is unique and elegant, the walls are high and the designs are amazing. Beautiful pictures of landscapes, fields and even waterfalls. In the corners huge vases, in the small antique tables and to finish the beautiful decoration with statues of animals, all in majestic postures.

Then he stops right in front of one of the doors that is almost at the end of the corridor. We went around and around in the spacious place until we finally got to where I think my room is going to be.

He reaches into his coat pocket and takes out a key. He opens the lock and with a bit of strength he manages to open the door.

Its anatomy sits in the frame of the entrance. He lowers his head and making a sound with his throat gives me the impression that he is continuing.

I blink a couple of times and rush my legs forward. The place is in complete darkness but I don't expect much when I hear the switch followed by a perfect view of the room.

I open my mouth for the impression. I don't have the exact words to say exactly how beautiful it is. Everything is beautiful and elegant, it's as if I had been asked about my tastes.

I don't know exactly why, but this room reminds me of my home. To my home...

I want to cry, I want to get everything off my chest, I just want to scream and curse for what is happening to me.

- I guess now I'll live locked up here... - I say with sarcasm, and yes, right now I am angry.

- Of course not...

- Then let me out - I turn around and look at him in anger.

- No - he says firmly - I can't do that and even if I could I wouldn't...

I smile at him with sarcasm.

- What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you realize you're ruining my life?!

- Can you calm down? – I clench my jaw and try not to explode like I did.

- No! How can you ask me to calm down?! Tell me what you would do if you were in my place? – he looks at me in confusion - what the fuck would you do?!