Finally, he leaned back in his seat after an eternity of silence, taking a drink of his wine.
"You did good last night, whenever you do good, you get a reward."
This statement seriously irritated me, thinking about last night and the fact that like a dog I was getting rewarded for it. I wanted nothing more than to tell him to go fuck himself, but I bit my tongue.
"So, what do you want? Clothes, shoes, jewelry, different kind of food?" He seems to have this list in his mind, guess these are things the other girls ask for.
"I want something else; will you give it to me?"
He grinned, "Depends, the reward matches the performance."
This fucker is scoring me now; God I want to shove this steak knife in his throat.
" I want answers to my questions."
He chuckled at my response, "Alright, I'll answer a few questions. But of course, somethings you can't know."
I leaned into the table, finally I'm going to get answers "How many is a few questions?"
"I don't know, let's find out."
A roundabout way of saying as many as he wants, but at least for the moment he is willing to answer some. Hopefully with the truth.
"Where are we?"
"Malaysia"
What the fuck, we left the US. When?
I think my shocked expression said what I thought.
"I moved you when you were asleep." He held that damn smile strong through all my questions.
"How many other women do you have like me?"
" I don't know, I have a few in every house." he gestured for the waiter to come over. They started clearing the table right away.
" Why did you tattoo my leg?"
"I told you already, all my property is marked."
"Why did you kill Shelly?" The real thing I wanted to know but figured I shouldn't have asked right ff the bat.
"Making me repeat myself a bit here, I told you that too. She wouldn't give me the phone."
"What was on the phone, she was a customer service rep like me she didn't know anything." I raised my voice, I could feel my anger boiling, I was trying my best to hold it in I knew if I let it out, he would stop answering questions.
"Nothing you need to know about."
I stood up, slamming my hand on the table, that comment sent me over. "You destroyed my life because of it, so I have a right to know." Right after the words left my mouth, his hand was around my neck clenching tight.
"You don't have the right to know anything, now don't ruin the mood with your attitude." He shoved me back down into my chair.
I gasped for air, the waiter unbothered by what just happened put out desserts and served coffee.
"No more questions, you'll have to earn more."
I didn't eat any of the desserts, he picked at some cookies with his coffee. Seeming unbothered by it all.
I fucked up, if I hadn't pushed it I might have gotten more.
"I need to go to the bathroom." I said sternly
Tora's eyes shifted to the waiter behind me.
"Follow me." He guided me off to the bathroom, it was back inside, at the back of the restaurant.
I tried to spot a way out on the way, but there were waitstaff at every door like guards.
Inside the bathroom, fancy dark marble, dim lighting, every amenity a lady could need was on the counter in small jars and decorative displays. One very small vent in the corner, which not even my head would fit through.
I washed off my face, trying my best to calm my anger and anxiety. I pulled back the collar of my shirt to see the bruise around my neck. Part from the night before and I'm sure it will only darken after just now.
My chest tightens at the sight; tears stream down my face. I can't breathe; I lock the bathroom door and curl into the corner trying to catch my breath but choking on my tears. I never praised myself for having a good life before, but I have never been through anything like this.
I just want to go home. I shut my eyes tight and curl into a ball on the floor, hoping it will all be over when I open them. That I'll be home safe and go to work with Carol and Shelly. I promise never to club or drink again, just please let me be home.
I hear the bathroom door unlock, the staff must have a key, I look up to find Tora standing there, his blazer draped over his arm, in a dark red shirt, the top few buttons undone, showing parts of his tattoos.
"The floor is dirty" he said casually.
"I just want to go home." I blubbered out, barely able to form words between struggled breathes.
He crouched down next to me, meeting my eye level. "Slow your breathing, your panicking." He said calmly, yet with the kindness as if he was comforting a friend.
For some reason this made me cry harder, associating this man with some form of kindness.
He wrapped his blazer around my shoulder and picked me up princess style; I leaned into his firm chest and sobbed. He didn't seem to care, just carried me out and before I knew it he was placing me down in the car and we were driving off.
I had somewhat calmed down by this point, but I can't imagine what I look like right now. I glanced at the door handle, if I jump out of the car going this fast, I'll probably die. Not an ideal escape route.
"You're not going back; you need to move on." Tora said, pulling in front of the mansion. Before I could reply he was out of the car. One of the guards opened my door and got me out, Tora was already making his way up the stairs, he turned back and yelled.
"Take her to her room, leave her there for the night."
As per his orders I was taken back to that prison of a room, the door was locked behind me. On the bed was a white bathrobe and a set of purple pajamas, camisole and matching pants.
Somehow that gave me relief, I stripped and got into them fast before curling up into the bed, my thoughts ran wild about everything. I watched the sun set from the window, no dinner was brought, and the door was never unlocked. Guess that is what he meant by leave her there, I don't really care. I just want to curl up under this blanket and disappear right now.