For the rest of the day, I couldn't concentrate on anything I did. After he said that to me, I just couldn't stop thinking about it. I wanted to, but I just couldn't. I needed to do something; I couldn't just sit and think about it forever.
It was now 5:00 PM, which meant that I would now have to eat dinner. We usually ate late, because we were usually busy till then. Wonka appeared in the doorway not a second past 5. "Dinner." He winked at me in a sort of menacing way, yet not so menacing because he wasn't a menacing person.
"No, I'm not so hungry." I needed some excuse.
He walked over and put his hand on my cheek. "What, aren't you feeling well?"
"Ahhh! No, I feel fine thanks." I drew back a little bit.
"Oh come on now, don't be afraid of me. Now come on, I know you're hungry." The tone of his voice was very soft, almost a whisper one could say. This made me want to just go with him, no matter what, but I didn't. I fought it, which was very hard.
"No, I'm fine really."
"I'll have it sent to you then." He had a depressed look on his face, as if he had just been rejected for a date that he was really looking forward to. Suddenly, I began to feel really bad. No, I couldn't! I had to let him eat alone.
"Thanks."
About 15 minutes later, Chocol entered with my dinner. "What took you so long?"
"Well, Mr. Wonka insisted that I wait until he was done."
"He what?" I knew it. He never said that he wouldn't be with me when I ate; he just said he would have my dinner sent to me. There he was standing in the doorway again, smiling down upon everything.
"Hope you don't mind if I join you."
I had to get off of my bed. After what he had seen in my place, well, I think you get it. I got out of bed and sat in a chair in the corner of the room. "I guess I have no choice."
"That's right, you don't. Chocol!" with a snap of his fingers, the oompa quickly scurried out the door and shut it behind him. "Now, this time, I ordered all the oompas to stay away from your room, so we don't get interrupted like every other time." Using one finger, he motioned me over to him. I didn't move. He sat on my bed and patted it, smiling in a most seductive way.
He then came over to me, picked me up, and placed me on my bed as he had done before. He lied down next to me, and things went way too far. Before I knew it…
"AHHHHHH!" I screamed as loud as I could.
"Bridget, wake up." I opened my eyes to see him standing over me.
"Ah, get away from me!" my heart raced two times too fast.
"Whoa, what's wrong? Did you dream about something?"
"You have NO idea!" I sat up in bed, and pulled my blanket tightly around myself. "Just… just stay away." I started to cry in a sort of hysteria that I couldn't control.
"Well whatever it was, I'm sure that I would never do it to you." He came over and put both arms around me. "Don't worry, I would never hurt you."
"I sure hope not."
