6. Locked

I don't need much sleep." She replied, never taking her eyes off the window for a moment. "Is there anyone out there?"

"What? No, I just hate waiting. ”She shrugged. "I wish you a good night. When Vadim comes, I'll introduce him to you. "

In the middle of the night, it was already getting light, Alia woke me up, “He's there!” She beamed at me, “Come on, he's waiting for you downstairs. Vadim wants to get to know you right away. ”She pulled the covers off me.

"Then he'll have to wait until tomorrow." I mumbled, pulling up the covers.

"But no! You have to get up immediately Sarah. Vadim ... “, Alia's voice cracked, a hysterical tone was heard. Opening my eyes I looked at her, “Alia, it's the middle of the night. Your brother is still here tomorrow, I need my sleep. "

"Please Sarah, he's going to get angry and I ..." my God. She almost shivered. Is it fear?

“He's my big brother. I love him and just want to fulfill his wishes. "

“That just sounded different. You're scared of him! ”And put a dressing gown on me.

"Fear? No Sarah, just scared of losing his love. ”She stayed with her statement, while she pushed me down the stairs.

“Vadim, here it is. Sarah my brother Vadim. “I was speechless, the guy I spilled hot coffee on my shoe. That arrogant, conceited braggart smiled at me. Swallowing my anger, I held out my hand to him. Because he did not seem to associate me with this incident.

“How nice to meet you Sarah. I'll be happy as soon as we spend time together. ”He smiled at me. He immediately undressed me with his eyes and how he intended to spend time with me, he left no doubt.

I was only able to make a polite face with some effort. Alia almost floated to her brother and clung to him like a burdock. Which repelled me a little. I did not have a brother, but these siblings acted like lovers in my opinion.

Huddled close together, Vadim unabashedly stroked Alias back down to his bottom. Which she supposedly liked, because she pressed her hips even closer to Vadim. It wasn't fraternal affection, it disgusted me. I said goodbye as soon as possible. They didn't even notice my lame apology, they were so busy with themselves. The only thing missing was that he stuck his tongue down her throat. The whole situation grossed me out.

......

Jens picked me up in the morning. First we drove to an elderly lady who was talking weird things about the Sardovan family. Nobody could take that seriously. Because of bad blood. That is cursed and passed on from generation to generation. Vlad, in particular, often came into conflict with the law in her youth. So my father would have to be as old as Methuselah.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know she was so confused." Said Jens as we stepped out of the musty house. When was the last time it was aired? I wondered horrified. Jens just sniffed at his shirt in disgust and I had to laugh. "Let's go for a walk." He suggested humorously.

It was drizzling, but the air was pleasant and there was almost no rain in the forest. We hiked up and down for hours. "Do you still remember where we are?" I asked him completely disoriented.

"No, I thought you knew the way." He stopped, startled, his eyes wide.

"Don't be joking, you can walk around here for days without meeting a human soul."

At that moment we heard hoofs beating and a horse and rider galloped past us. Was that yesterday's gawker? I couldn't say for sure, it passed us too quickly.

“That for days!”, Said Jens concerned, “I hoped to portray myself as a saving hero.” He shook his head sadly, “The path ends there.” Jokingly, we went on, actually we arrived at the starting point.

But despite the long walk, the clothes were still muffled. We agreed to change them. So he drove me to Alia, later he wanted to pick me up.

Freshly dressed, I ran down the stairs. Like every time Leon came out of nowhere. "Mrs. Wagner there was a call for her." I looked at him promptly, "A gentleman! He said meeting at the fortress. "

"Thanks Leon." What for? The meaningful information?

"When did the gentleman anger ..., Leon?" No Leon, as if swallowed by the ground. Well somebody should imitate him. So off to the hotel.

At the hotel I was immediately shown into a separate room by an attentive member of staff. Jens was fun for me, let me lead into a separate room.

"The gentleman will be right there, he's on the phone." The clerk gave me information. Looking around the room I had to admit how elegantly it was decorated. I didn't even dare to sit in one of the delicate armchairs. The door opened.

The gawker! Still in riding breeches, which was more revealing than it was fair, as I realized at a glance. My first impulse to flee as soon as possible. All of my instincts warned me of a danger this man posed.

His cold, appraising look met me. “Don't even think about escaping. You missed the chance. Now live with the consequences. What's between you and Stegmann? How long have you known each other? ”His voice sounded full of trust. But there was no feeling whatsoever in it, this man was totally cold and emotionless. I recognized him by his voice. Was that Corvin Sardovan? Or was I wrong?

Although his dark brown eyes pierced me, I was silent. "Now open your mouth!" He asked me. Impatiently he waited a few seconds, "As you like". He sighed, as if he had a difficult decision to make.

He came up to me quickly, he towered over me by two head lengths, roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me along. I was so perplexed, scared and afraid that he could drag me along without resistance. He gently pushed me up a narrow staircase to another room.

"I'll ask again later." He said completely relaxed in a polite tone. Neither threatening nor raised his voice. It was precisely this calm, polite manner in which he treated me that gave me a shiver. The door was closed gently and locked unmistakably.

First of all, I just stood there. Couldn't believe what had just happened. It was just a dream, a bad joke. Alia was about to walk in, as well as her disgusting brother, if I did. She would laugh just a joke! A macabre, but really just a gag, I waited. Nothing happened, the door stayed locked.

Until I broke out of my stupor. My mind told me what situation I was in, it was taking a while, as I honestly have to admit. Far too long to my liking.

Escape, I couldn't think of anything else. First the door. Locked! Solid wood with security lock. Who put such locks on old doors? The window! The room wasn't that high, I could get out of there comfortably, I rejoiced. However, it could not be opened.

Damn it, well whoever you are, you ... you jailer. You don't know me and I won't let myself be locked in so easily. My anger finally flared up.

The chair was just right for me, I reached out with all my might. The bang had to be heard all over the hotel, I grinned happily. But the only thing that happened was the pain in my arms from the force of the impact. Hopeless the window wasn't even scratched, I realized discouraged.

Was that safety glass? My God who bunked up like that? The guy had to be really sick. I stopped listening, someone had to hear the noise and take a look, nothing. I waited in vain.

My anger faded, and I sat down on the chair, which was now creaking treacherously. My eyes searched for another escape route. But this damn room had only one bed, one table, and the chair. And meter thick walls. That was a bloody prison!

Jens and Alia they would look for me. Yes, I could rely on Jens, although I had only known him since yesterday, I trusted him. He was also the only one I could bet on. Except for Alia, but would she stand up to her cousin? If it was Corvin, which I doubted. Because this man just seemed too young to me. Thirty at most, I thought he was.

Damn it, human, don't just disappear like that, there were witnesses. Leon. The employees. And how should he explain the locked room to Chief Corvin. To the staff this is a hotel after all. Again I hammered on the door, someone had to hear me, someone.

But nothing happened. I have been stuck here for hours. No matter what I did, hitting the door and window with the now destroyed chair. My call that turned into a whisper. Until finally only a hoarse croak formed in my throat. In addition, there was another need that caused me great pain. I couldn't take it for long. Walking restlessly back and forth, longing for a toilet.

Now it was getting dark and night was falling. How many hours have passed That brazen criminal, he had to check on me.

And if not, I asked anxiously. Of course he will, maybe he doesn't dare. Has a guilty conscience a short-circuit act that he now regretted. In a moment he would unlock the door and let me out. But it could also be that the door has not been locked for a long time. Which I immediately checked with palpitations. 

Locked and all day long. Heavens, I had to get out of here. Pounding desperately on the door, I had to face the fact. This man locked me in and forgot about me. There was no way he was going to get me out of prison.

Well, I reprimanded myself for half a while. There was a lot more to it, I was not yet lying dying of thirst on the cold stone tiles, nor could I do anything. But what, that was the question. I didn't want to, but my eyes closed. In the middle of the night I was overwhelmed by sleep.