Chapter 7. Lynne and Mark

• • •Lynne and Mark's POV • • •

I took a seat at the opposite end of the dining table which was about five meters long. So I was about five meters away from him. The table was well dressed and filled with food.

"I was attacked, I got up in a cage now I'm in this house, what the hell is going on?… Who are you?" I was sick and tired. My body had started burning from the inside that it rendered me agitated and irritated.

She asked so many questions at the same time, so I simply ignored her ungrateful ass. More to that I had no answers to her mutilpul questions. Thus, I was intrigued by what had happened to her and surprisingly I wanted to know.

There was no way he could take me seriously after watching me in my worst state. I felt so uncomfortable seating at his table and his arrogant air made me nauseous "I want to leave," I said. It was the best solution for me to feel at ease.

"You are free to leave my doors are wildly open" he retorted without showing any interest. It was so annoying so I got up frowning as if he cared.

"Or, you can stay… Together we can figure out what happened to you," he added just when I was so close to the door with a tone filled with pride. My head wanted to explode.

Nothing could convince me to stay in that house. I just wanted to leave. Yet, if I did, that was putting across on ever knowing what happened to me especially when I was unconscious. Anyway, I was healed so all the rest didn't matter.

I furiously turned back "Thank you for your help but I will figure everything out myself" with this said, I walked out.

His compound was very large like five hundred meters squares or more. Yet, in a flash I was standing at the gate dangling. I took a few seconds to stabilise my body and feet to the ground. "How come did I move this fast" I asked myself in terror. Still, it was so unreal that I supposed my mind was fiddling with me so I didn't bother much.

"Wow! This house is a fortress or perhaps a luxurious penitentiary" Only the gate itself was about twenty meters long. I might be exaggerating a bit but it was very long and creepy. In fact, everything was creepy in that house aside from its glamour.

"Hello, — hello, please, someone should open this fucken gate" I screamed. A young dude moved out of the little edifice near the gate, shivering "Sorry, Ma'a, I can't open the gate." he said reluctantly.

"Why?. Are you crazy or something?" words honestly escaped my mind. "I'm sorry Ma'a" he kept on saying and it was so annoying that I wanted to slap his face.

Rather, I took a deep breath "Don't mind what I just side I'm desperate. Ok?. Now I want you to quietly and peaceful open this gate so that I can live and never come." I slowly explained.

"Sorry Ma'am, I understand your frustration but my boss gave me strict instructions," he said so humbly that there was no way I could pour my anger on him.

"Who is your fucken boss?" I pouted. "Mr Mark" he replied. "And who the fuck is Mark?" I yelled. "The owner of this house." he answered.

Wow!. I exclaimed because his response was silly.

"Ma'a, I think his seated…" "Just shut the fuck up." I scolded and he didn't end his sentence.

Furiously, I rushed back to the main house, not in a flash this time. I was practically running when I reached the parlour and I was panting. I found him still seated at the dining table, he had just started eating.

"Who the hell is Mark?" I yelled with a panting voice. "I seriously don't want to believe that Mark is the same dude who told me I was free to leave just a few minutes ago!" I kept on yelling.

He said nothing. He's eyes were fixed on his plate. I moved closer, perhaps he would get me better. I stood by him still, he ignored me.

"Why did you tell your gateman not to open the door?. See, I don't have time to waste, I have to go to work, I have to see my mum, funk, I don't even know how long I've been unconscious. My mum must surely be worried" I whimpered. I was angry yet I was crying for help.

What pained me was his silence. I cried, but he said nothing. I picked a plate from the table then flung on the ground. It broke with sore sounds. Yet he did not thing.

I didn't believe my ears. I couldn't believe I was the cause of that sore sound. Wow, I never knew I had so much vanity in me. It was like my emotions were ten times greater than usual and I was pissed at the least thing.

"You are a liar!" I grabbed another plate from the table to fling. He tightly clenched my hands "Don't you dare call me a liar again" he said firmly "Now you stop your nonsense" then he seized the plate from me and bitterly flung it to the ground. I shuddered with freeze chills moved down my spine.

"I'm done eating, now we can discuss." he got up and moved away. I followed him. He sat on a couch in his living room. Everything there was in white. So white that I felt like I was staining his couch when I sat.

"Sir, can I do something for you?" a maid followed us in, asking. "No Bertha,- -- Bertha, yeah I think." he said thoughtfully. "Sir!" she turned back and bowed.

"Young Lady, you can ask this woman the date and time." he said to me meanwhile he could just do it himself. I glared at the good woman and she instantly answered "We are Sunday 02 December 2017. Time, 9 am on the dot"

"Really?… This can be… if so, then this means I was attacked yesterted evening?… But I thought that…" my heart started pounding in fear.

"You can leave, Bertha." he waved her out "You heard here, so if I'm keeping you here it's for a reason. No human heals as fast as you did." he said and that freaked me out.

"What are you talking about?" I panicked.

"I will cut the long story short. I found you helpless, I helped you and you ought to thank me for that first. Secondly, that's all I know for now. A friend of mine came by when you were at sleep and he took a sample of your blood to analyse. So all we can do is to wait and hope for concrete results, with that things will be clearer" I explained myself to her, something which I hated doing. Anyway, that was the least I could do for her. She looked so frustrated.

"Why did you allow your friend to take my blood without my concern?. That's a violation. Anyway, I can stand here and wait for results. Why don't we change phone numbers so that you phone call me once he gets the results, or you can text if you like." I glared.

She spoke too much and it sucked "If you leave this house the animal which attacks you will come back to attack and at that time you will have no one to help you. So if you know what's good for you better remain in this house, — quietly." with this said he walked out of me.

"Why do you want to help me if you're not the person that attacked me. Perhaps there is nothing and you just want to keep me under captivity… Are you a psychopath?" I couldn't get it, he wasn't looking like a good Samaritan at all. Instead, he looked fishy with his creepy skyscraper.

"You're so ungrateful. Dresden was right, I made a mistake by helping you. Do you know what?,- - F— Feel, free and leave." he scolded and he climbed the stairs.

He was so irritated that I could feel it and that made me feel bad. I rushed to the gate, which was already opened before I reached. "Wow! This house is damn creepy and I'm so fucken happy to leave" I screamed as I stood by the gate.

I moved out and the gate was locked behind me. I stared at the gate from outside and it looked damn long and intimidating with no speck view of the inside.

"Go to hell" I hit the gate and it sounded then I moved away. As I took a few step away I got a weird feeling that hurt like someone was piercing my brain. The pain was sharp and precisely in my brain, I felt like my nerves will explode.

I held my head as if I could chop it off from my neck. I screamed as the pain increased… I fall to the ground sobbing in agony with a cracking sound heating my mind.