Prisoner of Desire

In thru the door comesz a butler in the tradional stuff shirt butler school. "ma'am if you'd follow me i'll lead you to the dining room" he says. As you follow him the place looks like a place you told Curt about 11 months ago when he was in your office, in town.

As you enter you see a guy sitting at the far end of the table you can't quite see his face, as you are seated the lights are set to a romantic level in the whole room and now you can see my face and the same music that was playin in your room is playin here.

"Hi Becca, nice of you to join me, as we speak there is work being done on your room"
 
Rebecca

I followed the butler looking guy into a dining room and sat down. A first I couldnt see who it was, and then I did see him;
"Oh my god! Curtis!" I stood up from the table, shaking with rage.
"HOW? Why?!" I clenched my glass in my hand, and glanced around for a way out. I started backing away from him, edging my way out of this room and to freedom.
My mind kept telling me two things. Stay with him, he loves you. And then RUN! I was fighting against myself, and I didn't understand why?!
"W-what have you done to me?!" I shook, pent up fear and fury burning my stomach like a hot iron.
 
"I've been helping you release those feelings that you have for me, and the only way to do that was to get you alone and show you how much I love you be having all of your needs taken care of for you." I say "You are realizing that I love you and I hope it won't be long before you say that to me."

Your room will be different when you go back, and now you can walk round this place all you want
 
Rebecca

"go to hell." I threw the glass at him, turned around and marched back out the way I came in. Looking for a door that led outside, I opened them all and left them open as I walked along a long hallway. Finally i found what looked like a front door.
Grasping the handle I turned and yanked with all my might. The damned thing didn't budge an inch. Frustration coursed through me, I wanted to hurt someone. And that someone was Curtis and his sick games. Which I did not find the least bit entertaining.
"Dammit! Let me out of here!" I cursed and kept yanking on the door. Why wouldn't it open!?
 
"Becca you wont beable to get out that door cause that is sealed shut. that used to lead to a tunnle to the big house." Curt says "It wont be bad having your every need and want met nomatter what the cost and it all can be given to you if you give yourself to me. If i have to i will break you, but id prefer you give yourself to me"
 
rebecca

I turned and faced him, He was standing behind me. Glaring at him I walked right up to him and got in his face.
"This is the wrong way to go about making me happy! You do know that don't you?" I was fuming with anger, wanting to flee and at the same time wanting to kiss him.
Where the hell did that come from!? I was shaking, and tired. Hungry too.
"Alright, I will play this your way...... For now." I walked back into the dining room and sat down. Placing the napkin in my lap, I sat waiting for the meal to be served.
 
A waiter appears and bring Becca's plates first and it is her favorite meal, and a nice light white wine is served to Becca first, then the waiter brings Curt his meal and dinner goes on in silence til the butler comes in and whispers in Curt's ear and Curt nods. He goes back to eat and watches Becca eat too
 
rebecca

I finished my meal and sat back, thuroughly stuffed and now feeling funny and tired at the same time. I sipped my wine, wondering what Curtis was up to now?
"where am I to go now that the meal is over?" I asked quietly, resigned but still determined to get out of here.
 
OCC: I took a few days off, and now im ready to go

IC: Becca you can walk round the house, but there is no way out of the house we are sealed in
 
Rebecca

ooc: welcome back

IC:

I stood from the table, setting down the napkin and tossing him a withering look.
"tell me why I am being held here then Curtis? I want some answers to this madness." I stood my ground, I had to make some sense of this.
 
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