Chapter Three: The Dinner ‘Date’
There was no part of me that wanted anything to do with food at the moment, but here I was sitting at a table across from my ‘lover’ while a serial killer cooked my ‘lover’ and I our ‘special date night dinner’. Wow now that’s a fucked up sentence I never thought I would think let alone actually live through.
Anyways, Jack and I were sitting across from each other at this simple medium size wooden table. It sounded like the top hits from the 2000s radio was playing from the kitchen. I could tell from the way that Jack was fidgeting with the table cloth that he was nervous and had no idea what was going on. Neither one of us were bound in any way. It almost seemed like we could roam freely about the room, but Matt had told us to sit quietly while he cooked us our food.
While listening to the sizzling of the meat cooking my eyes wondered. The inside of the cabin was more spacious than I thought it would be based on the outside. The kitchen was separated from the dinning room by a wall with a window counter so Matt could keep an eye on us. There was a small living room off to the left of the kitchen. Off to the right there was a long hallway that had two doors on each side and one larger metal door at the very end of the hallway. I didn’t even want to think about which of the doors we would be going through next.
“You two make such a good looking couple. That I had to make a good looking dish to celebrate the occasion. You lovers better like steak.” Matt cheered as he came around the corner carrying two plates with sliced up pieces of steak and mashed potato. He set the plates down in front of us then sat at the end of the table with his own plate. “Dig in.”
This man is extremely unnerving I can’t tell what his plan is. I suppose we just have to wait and see. I started to pick at my food forcing it down. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Jack was doing the same with his food. I could tell that there was not an easy way out. Fuck. We are going to have to wait it out.
“Once you’re finished eating you can go anywhere that isn’t locked. There’s only one bedroom, but as lovers I’m sure you won’t mind.” He drawled after we were about halfway done with our meal. “It’s first door to your left down that hall.”
The rest of the meal went by in silence.
Matt stood and cleared our plates and started the dishwasher. “Oh in case I forgot to mention I am everywhere in this house. I can see and hear everything you do and I can talk to you wherever I am. Goodnight, love birds.”
Both Jack and I stared at Matt as he casually walked down the hall and opened the large metal door at the end of the hall and disappeared.
“Shit we’re really trapped aren’t we?” Jack groaned.
“For now,” I mused, wondering if we should just go into the bedroom and hope that there was a window or something we could climb down to get to the ground but then there’s the dogs…
“How are you so calm right now?” He whispered, grasping my arms and staring into my eyes.
Now that he was touching me I could feel him shaking. I took a step closer to him and wrapped my arms around him letting my long hair veil my lips. “Listen, Jack, I’m a FBI agent and my team and I have been tracking this guy for months now. My team was watching me and should be able to get back up hear so they can rescue us.” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear. “Trust me. I will not let you die here.”
He nestled his face into my hair and whispered back, “I know everything about you, Veronica Blair. We’ve been waiting for you.”
I stepped back from him in surprise, “Escuse me?” My voice coated in confusion.
“It’s not what you think. I’m not working with him. He pretends to kidnap me in order to trick the other people into trusting me then eventually they mess up and he makes me watch them die in unspeakable ways. I was the first person he took. He is making me choose his victims. Matt has known about you and your team for a while. He said something about wanting to play out his ideal life.” He quietly explained to me his eyes pleading for me to trust him. “I’ve been here for five years, Veronica, I can’t stay here any longer.”
“Then let’s do what he wants us to do until we have the right opportunity to get away. You and I will make it out of here.” I uttered to him.
He nodded his head once. “We should go to our room before he gets suspicious.” He added while walking to the bedroom door. “Some ‘dinner date’,” he added with a chuckle.
To be continued…
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