Chapter 3
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As her eyes open she is greeted with jail walls. She gets up from the floor immediately after she sees the prison gate. “What the?” Her eyes widen as she looks around “You are awake” a man standing before the gate says, it was more like he stated. She looks at him and remembers his face from the alley, the stalker werewolf. ‘I can’t believe he knocked me out’ she thinks “Yes” she says almost hesitated “Where am I?” Andrew keeps on starring at her “At my home” “Are you a prison guard?” She questions in a soft voice ‘Probably a criminal that had spend his days here’ she says mentally. “No” Andrew says with a cold voice. ‘A psychopath then’ she replies on her mind. He steps closely and touched the cold metal gate. “Why?” He whispers at her, she snaps her head towards him once more “What?” He steps back and takes his hand off while his eyes never leave her. “Get her into a room” he orders the maid that stands closely by. The maid bows slightly her head “Yes, master” she opens the cell and steps inside to retrieve her. Emma gets up “What are you trying to do? Hey?!” She says and yells as she backs away from the maid. This reminds her of some kinky book plots. She rethinks back to what he said to her before knocking her out. She let’s the maid lead her. ‘He mentioned a curse. He hasn’t born a werewolf? Or a late “bloomer” maybe.” They walk the hallways of the mansion. The maid opens the door into a guest room. When Emma steps inside the door behind her closes with a loud bam, the sound of the door locking follows after. She didn’t have even time to understand what is happening as she find herself knocking loudly at the wooden door. “Hey?!” No one answers back. She sits on the bed frustrated. ‘What the? Insanity on full in here.” She glances around the room. ‘So it was truly a home. What kind of psycho has a dungeon, prison, on his home? That guy’ She wonders where she knows that face. He seems so familiar but she can’t remember where he saw him. They clearly met before based on his words. She lays on the bed finding it extremely stiff. “Great” she says with sarcasm dripping into the word. Everything on the room is seems so neatly. The curtains are white and go for long after reaching the ground. The whit wand golden details on the sheets and the golden details on the wall makes it obvious that it put extremely carefully the gold to match the room. But it feels cold, maybe cause of the open window. After many moments of looking around and laying in the bed, as she lays down she hears the door unlocking. The day outside of the window has turned into dusk. Her head snaps her neck into that direction. Andrew walks in, “Dinner” he says and motions with his head to follow him. She gets up quickly finding him slightly gentler than before. They walk stairs that she didn’t notice stepping on before when the maid brought her to the room. She steps carefully each time behind him even when they enter the kitchen. The kitchen screams of white and black as most of the house. The golden details on the counter are like glitter for moment. The dinner is served on the counter. There is steak, rice, vegetables, and some fruit salad. There are two wine glasses and a candlelight. ‘Why does this seem like a date scene?’ “Eat” he says and she notices that he is already seated. She seats opposite him wondering what is exactly happening. That guy kidn*pped her with force basically, and now he is being kinda gentle. ‘What is he trying to do?’ She picks the fork and knife hesitant, she feels like walking into a trap. “Emma?” She freezes her movements, before even the meat meets her mouth. Her eyes slowly move into his own. He holds his glass on one hand. She puts the steak down slowly too at the same time. “How do you know that name?” ‘No one knows my real name expect Jeremy, and it wasn’t willingly.’ “You told me, Emma.” His deep eyes stare at her own as if he knows every one of her secrets, big or little. She looks at the moving wine on his glass as he twirls it. She tries to remember where she knows his face from. Suddenly she recalls something and she looks up at him again. “You are him” someone she can’t forget the feeling of. “That guy that Blood Clan hurt” “You saved me” he glances at his wine too before looking at her too. At the next second the glass on his hand turns into many pieces in his fist and the counter. She stands unmoving “I saved your life then, why kidn*pped me then” “Because of your curse” “What curse? Is being a werewolf a curse? It was the only way to keep you alive that night” “No.” he puts his hands together and put his arms on the counter “You are that curse” her eyebrows furrow together as her mouth slightly opens. “What do you mean?” “That’s a talk for another time. Finished your dinner” he isn’t moving to leave and she isn’t touching the food either. ‘What does he mean I’m the curse?’ “Eat your dinner” “My classmates and teachers will be looking for me. If you aren’t willed to tell me more of this, problem, then I suggest you let me go” she smiles at the last words. He growls loudly at her leaving him. He leaves immediately giving her any answer. “Hey?! Where are you going?!” She yells almost ready to get up and follow him or leave too. But she sits down. She sighs at what just happen and sips on her glass of water ‘What a nutcase’.
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