Page 84 of Savage Obsession

He waits, one eyebrow raised.

“I’ll be… polite.”

“Good. Despite the circumstances, I would prefer for us to be civil to one another.”

“It’s difficult, when you’re holding me prisoner.”

“I do appreciate that, but sadly it is necessary. Still, maybe you will not be here for much longer.”

“You’re going to let me go home?” I’ve no reason to believe him, but I can’t help the sudden surge of hope.

“Of course. Eventually, and provided your husband does as I have asked him.”

“What does he have to do?”

“Let us not concern ourselves with that now. Do you have all you need?”

“What about a shower? Proper plumbing? A decent bed, and sheets?”

He smiles. “Alas, we are simple souls. Be assured, your facilities are much the same as ours. Rosa will bring your supper in soon, and more blankets if you want them.”

“Gee, thanks.” Despite my assurance, I can’t keep the sarcasm from my tone, but he chooses not to react.

“Goodnight, signora.” He bows his head, raps on the door, and leaves.

Rosa arrives a few minutes later bearing a tray of patatas fritas and a fried egg. She places the food on the floor, next to my still full mug of coffee.

“You don’t like the coffee?” she queries.

“It’s fine, probably.” I lie on my back, contemplating the corrugated iron sheets which make up the ceiling.

“I brought you food.”

“Yes. I can see that.”

“I will just leave it, then.” She backs towards the door.

“Wait. I’m sorry. Thank you.” I sit up and manage a smile for her. I realise she’s trying to be kind. I reach for the tray. “Egg and chips. I don’t suppose you have ketchup?”

“You’re welcome. And no, no ketchup. Shall I ask Adan to get some?”

“It doesn’t matter.” I use the plastic fork supplied to spear a chip and dip it in the egg yolk. The chip is hot and the yolk runny. “This is good. Thank you.”

Rosa sinks onto the edge of the bed beside me and sits in silence while I polish off the food. When I’m finished, she picks up the tray but makes no move to leave.

“Is there something wrong?” I ask.

“No. It’s just…”

“What?” I peer up at her. She seems nervous, but I can’t see why she’d be afraid of me.

“I was… I was just wondering…”

I wait, don’t rush her.

“I’d like to ask you something?”

“Okay.”

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