Do you want to play?
Martha was wearing a long blue dress, like a medieval princess one, and her hair was tied up with a diamonds tiara. She was in a dungeon, with her hands chained up to the ceiling and she just touched the floor with her tiptoes. And there were big rats which sometimes run so near of her.
She had already shouted, but nobody had come. Then, suddenly, the door opened. It was a man, who was dressed up as a medieval king without crown or something like that.
"Hello milady, how are you?" asked really politely.
"Released me!" ordered Martha.
"You're not in situation to order nothing… You're my prisoner, and I can do what I want with you."
"You're mad! Lionel will come soon!"
"I would not be as sure…" said as he walked around Martha, caressing her waist "I have prepared a lot of surprises for him…" he was now caressing her cheeks, her chin, her lips… suddenly he shouted, Martha had bitten him. He slapped her. Martha started to laugh.
"I'm so sorry…" said her mocking "Does it hurt you?"
"Not us much that it would hard to you!" exclaimed him as he took a whip and hit on the floor.
.-"SOME DAYS BEFORE"-.
Martha arrived to Lionel's office with some envelopes on her hands.
"Good morning, Martha…" said him "What are you doing here as early?"
"Taking you your mail" said her laughing and giving him the envelopes.
"What?"
"It was a joke! Your secretary has just asked me to give them to you…"
"Oh! Ok… thank you" said him "Please, take a sit. So… what's the matter?"
"Thanks" she sat down as while as Lionel did, and he started to read who the envelopes where from "I came because Clark left yesterday and…"
"Left? Where?"
"Yeah… he went with Chloe and Lois to London. He didn't wanted to go, he didn't want to leave me alone, but I said him that it would be great… he needs a break from the farm…"
"Yeah… that's true… So… what can I do for you?"
"It's nothing important… it would be just a friend's favour…"
"Tell me… please" insisted Lionel "I will do anything you ask me" Martha blushed.
"Tomorrow I have a cocktail with a lot of big fishes and other politicians and I don't want to be there alone… I would asked Clark to come with me, but he will not be here…" Lionel didn't say anything, so she continued "I have been thinking a lot of what we spoke on thanksgiving, I mean… we haven't meet a lot of times after that…we haven't spoken anymore… maybe you would feel a little uncomfortable… or…"
"I will come"
"What?"
"I will come with you. There's any problem…" He stood up and walked to Martha, he kneeled down, because she was sat down, and he hold her hands "Martha… I really like to be with you… I haven't happier moments than those that I spent with you… and it doesn't matter if you just want to see me as a friend… I care it… I just want you to not take myself away of your life…"
"I would never do that…"
"Fine!" He kissed her hands "I will pick up you at seven".
"At six. It starts at half past seven"
"Ok. I will pick you up at six" He smiled.
"Great… so…well… see you tomorrow…"
She was nearly at the door when Lionel interrupted her walking.
"You said that Clark isn't at home… didn't you?"
"I did" she said.
"So… how about if we have lunch together…? you know… to speak… as friends…"
"Yeah! That would be nice…" she said.
"Fine! Wait me here… I just read my mail and then we leave"
"Ok"
He continued with mail.
"Oh my god!" He exclaimed.
"What's the matter? Bad news?" asked Martha from the office sofa.
"I'm not sure" he stood up and walked with Martha to sit next to her with an envelope on his hand.
Martha read the name of the person who came from: "Albert McGigant? Who's him?"
"An old friend…" answered Lionel.
TO BE CONTINUED…