CHAPTER NINETY ONE HUNGRY

　　DAHILA

　　Tension filled the air, sounds of our breath filled the room and when I looked around, I could see faces sticking at all angles watching the both of us.

　　"So, you're saying that you're hungry but you don't even know what you want to eat?"

　　"Yes. That's why I said you should prepare virtually everything or you have to call Davis, he's the only one who knows what I eat every minute."

　　He turned around shoving his hand into his hair repeatedly, "Sam Pierre!" He called his baldy stupid guard and he showed up like a Teletubby.

　　"Yes sir,"

　　"Before sunrises high in the sky, I want her out of this house."

　　"You're taking me home?"

　　"You…"

　　"Why? You can't handle me? Why can't you handle me? You can take me home in the morning but what am I going to eat now? I'm fucking hungry."

　　"But you don't know what you want to eat. I can't listen to your bickers, they make me sick! A hungry person knows what he craves at all times."