Page 9 of Owned By Frank
- Sit down, I'll get you something to eat - always talk with that smile on your lips.
I sit with my head and sit in one of the many places.
I look around and the atmosphere is very spacious, the table is quite long with too many free places.
That young man was quite right. It is cold. I covered my body more with the small jacket and pull my tiny dress down with the intention of having it cover my legs a little more. My toes feel cold, not to mention my hands, they are too cold.
- Here... -the boy appears and places a plate in front of me - hot soup... - he whispers and then puts aside a glass with some kind of drink.
I don't wait any longer and take the spoon and then taste the first sip.
My mouth tastes the delicious soup and asks for more. I eat quickly and then rest a bit and drink the liquid from the glass.
My hair is uncomfortable and falls to the sides of my face. I tuck my locks behind my ears but they fall out repeatedly, bothering me.
Then someone takes my hair and holds it up. I look up at the person who did it and I find nothing more and nothing less than the same dark haired young man smiling at me.
- Eat quietly, I'll hold it for you – he smiles at me.
Minutes later I am satisfied and fed up. I let out a slight smile because of how exquisite I was. The boy lets my hair down carefully when he sees that my plate is completely empty.
- It was good, wasn't it? - he asks.
- Yes...thank you... - I say looking the other way.
He prepares to speak but just at that moment a big, tall man enters. The boy looks at him seriously.
- Sir, he has already arrived... - he says showing respect.
- Where is it? - asks the young man.
- In your office, right now you are in a meeting Mr...
- Well, I'll go see him. –
- But sir, he said he doesn't want anyone to bother them... - says the guy in anguish.
- I don't care... -replies the young man firmly and then takes my hand and drags me somewhere.
He walks with haste taking me behind him. I try not to fall because the heels are huge.
- Please stop, go slow so I can't keep up with you! - I beg.
I look at his face and it has changed dramatically. Seriousness has changed that smile, now I am really scared. He doesn't listen to me, instead, he keeps pulling on my hand tightly.
I try to follow him through the different corridors until he finally stops in front of a black wooden door.
Without waiting any longer, it's making a huge noise. Laughter is silent and an enormous silence embraces us.
The place is huge. Several types of different ages are sitting around while in the middle of the background is an elegant armchair. Above it is a man. I can't see his face because the room has no light and that seated body is hidden in the dark.
- Ich sagte, ich bin beschäftigt (I said I'm busy.) - an imposing, virile voice speaks loudly.
I stand behind that young man who dragged me here. He holds my wrist tightly while that smile is only forgotten. The seriousness that emanates from it is scary and makes my skin crawl.
- Es ist ein geschenk für dich (It's a gift for you.) - speaks the handsome dude.
Before I can reason out that question I am thrown forward too strongly.
