LOVE AT LUST

DOUBLE TROUBLE

Kate woke up after hearing series of knocks on her door. She was not expecting anyone so she sat for a while wondering who it could be. She swallowed and walked shakily towards the door. "Who is there?" she asked. "My name is Pete", a man responded. "Okay Pete, how may i help you" she asked as she dialed 911 on her keypad, ready to press the call button just incase. "Mr Branwell sent us to return your ID", the man replied. "My ID, Mr Branwell, how?" she soliloquised. She opened the door and saw two hefty men standing, she retrieved the ID from Pete and thanked him with a smile but he maintained a stern face, just like the security personnels from the day before. She was about to close the door as she saw them turn their backs to leave when someone in the car motioned for them to call her. They turned to her and said, "Miss, I think your attention is needed". She shut her door behind her and followed in front of them as they directed. As she got close to the car, Mr Branwell wind down and told her to get in, turning to his aides in the car, "we need privacy". Kate sat down fidgeting as she saw the aides leave the car.

Mr Branwell looked at her and asked firmly, "now tell me Miss, how did this get to my private lounge?". Kate stuttered in fear, " I, I... I have no idea". He looked at her in disbelief, "do you think I am joking?" Kate fidgeted as he raised his voice. "I swear, I don't know" she said almost tearfully. "Don't give me that crap, I will ask you one last time. Why did I find your ID in my private lounge", He demanded. "I don't know, maybe my friends dropped it mistakenly" she said. "Your friends?" He chuckled. He wind down his glass, "she is coming with us, get in". Kate screamed out loud, Mr Branwell laughed, "never heard of a sound proof car? Save your strength, you will need it for later". Kate started crying, "I will tell you everything, I swear I didn't go anywhere near your private lounge". Mr Branwell looked at her with anger, "you talk too much, this should help" he said as he placed a duct tape over her mouth.

Kate cried till she got to Mr Branwell's residence. The giant gate and the tall fence, it looked like an ancient prison—there was no way anyone could help her. She noticed that his residence was a direct opposite of his workplace–There were no female workers. She was basically stuck in a house full of men and not just any kind of men, strong and hefty men that could take her down even with their pinky finger. Her heart sank as she went in, unsure if she was going to come out alive. Mr Branwell removed the duct tape from her mouth and asked her what she wanted to eat, She said she was not hungry.

He looked at her with rage, "Young lady, you are playing with me. I don't care if you are hungry or not, tell me what you want to eat or I feed you whatever I choose". Tears rolled down her cheeks, "whatever you choose is fine". Mr Branwell gave her a witty smile, "what if I choose to feed you rotten nails, will that be fine?" Kate swallowed and said nothing. "Pete, get her a bowl of ice-cream", he said as he walked away.

Pete placed a bowl of ice-cream in front of her and handed her a spoon. Kate said shakily, "I am okay", Pete looked at her and said, "I give you thirty minutes. I need this bowl empty by the time I get back". She looked at the bowl as she sobbed, "Nobody can convince me I don't have a bad life", she said audibly to herself. Mr Branwell came downstairs to sit beside her and said, "finish up, we are just getting started", Kate looked at him amidst tears, "please, let me explain". He held her neck and fed her forcefully while she kept crying like a lost child. He released her neck as soon as she took the last scoop, Kate let out a deep breath and sniffed shortly after. "Now, it's time to deal with you", he said holding her wrist tight. Kate cried as he dragged her upstairs and he reminded her that her voice could not even get to the door so she should forget about anyone coming to save her. He sat her on a chair and cuffed her hands behind.

"Who sent you?" He asked furiously. "No one, I swear, no one" she said. "I see, so did you send yourself or you want to tell me that finding your ID in my private lounge after i refused to hire you is a coincidence?" He asked. "I can explain everything", Kate begged. Mr Branwell pulled a seat, "I'm sat, let's see what a pretty little liar like you has to say". Kate narrated everything that happened amidst tears and Mr Branwell looked at her without batting an eyelid. "Great story line, have you tried selling your scripts to Hollywood?" Kate sniffed and said, "I swear I am telling the truth, you can ask the club owner to check the surveillance cameras. I passed out and they had to bring me home". Mr Branwell looked at her, "Alright, what are the names of your supposed friends?" She replied, "Alyssa, Nicole and Brittany". Mr Branwell looked straight into her eyes, "I am not convinced, I'm afraid I will have to keep you with me until we launch our new product. I don't want any competitor stealing my idea". Kate's mouth dropped, "that's in three months sir". Mr Branwell chuckled, "I'm aware" as he proceeded to uncuff her, "i will decide how to make your life less miserable during your stay." Kate whimpered, "please, my life is already less miserable, I just need to job hunt".

"Young lady, you talk too much. I will decide what to do with you after my nap, let me know if you need anything". He said as he got up from the chair, walking towards his bed. "I am cooked, from losing my ID to being accused of being a spy and now i will be held hostage for three f*****g months? Double trouble" she thought to herself.