"I have a better idea." He let go of me and walked back to his seat.I looked at the door I came through.I want to get out of here.I walked to the door and held the knob.Pushing and pulling repeatedly but the door wouldn't open.Was I locked in with this psycho? I thought.
"Come sit" he ordered. "Fuck you!" I cursed at him and continued hitting the door.
"I am not gonna tell you again!" There was a hint of threat in his voice this time.I came to my senses.Realizing I had to be smart and strategic to get out of here.Throwing a tantrum would not help.He said he wanted me right? He'll get the jezebel version.
So I walked back and sat on my sit and tore out a chicken thigh from the large plate on the table and bit a huge chunk out of it.
I felt his eyes on me and true to my guts dude was staring straight at me. "What?" I asked annoyed "Never seen a girl eating before?" I continued until nothing but bones were left of the large chicken that was once on the table.Ooh! Shepherd's pie, lobster dish,lasagna,fried rice and so many other delicious looking delicacies that I couldn't name.Now that I am done with the chicken I should move on to the next.I turned the dinner or whatever it is into a disgusting all-you-can-eat show.I purposely smeared my chin with the food.Am sure I look so not proper right now.But why isn't psycho saying anything.I let out a huge burp as I leaned back onto the chair.That is my most comfortable position when I eat to my fill.I threw the small napkin I used to clean my lips and chin and threw it at him.
"Oops! Sawrry I didn't know it would get that far" I feigned surprise
"So,you were saying something about wanting me in exchange for my father's debt which I think is wicked and stupid.Even more stupid that you don't want the money I am offering you." I sighed after rambling all that. "How long?"
"Huh?" He asked confusedly,I think.
"How long do you want me to fuck you in exchange for the money?"
"Ten months" he answered.
"That's too long.I say...three months I'll pay for the remaining shortages" I liked how I turned the tables I am now the one making the call as it should be.I knew I had control freak problems.Wanna know my nickname in highschool? Bossbitch.I don't know but I feel a kind of thrill whenever I am in control.
"Ten" I heard him say
"Ten what?"
"Ten months"
"I won't agree to that!" I fired
"I wasn't giving you a choice....I was giving you an order." I scoffed at his words "Really?"
"Get up.we are going somewhere" he suddenly announced.
"We?" I frowned.
"Yes we." He forcefully pulled me out of the chair and dragged me along with him out of the hall.To my huge surprise,he had no trouble opening the door.
"Fuckin let go of me you bastard psychopath! Your hold is too tight you're hurting me" I complained at his brutality.He was dragging me like I was a bag of potatoes and whatnot.
He said nothing and kept on dragging me along.Few minutes later we were in a huge garage filled with all sorts of luxury cars and motorcycles.It's like a car dealership.He shoved me into a black Lamborghini and shut the door.He got in on the driver seat and started the car.Shit! I couldn't feel my wrist.Almost felt like it was dislocated or broken off.He fixed the seatbelt for me after much struggle because I was thrashing.
"Will you fucking stay still.I am not gonna do anything at least not now" he shouted at me.
Not that it made me feel calm but I stayed put letting him put the seatbelt around me.