The limo nosed slowly through a winding path of pines. Little lanterns poked up from the ground fringing the road. I knew that if it were night, it would be a beautiful, almost magical sight. As it was, I felt as though I were entering into an alternate reality. Tall trees stretched into the blue of the sky surrounding a massive, elegant house. Or, that wasn’t a house. That was a mansion! The roundabout drive was made of stone to match the dark elegance of the house. There were three peaks to the house and large windows adorned the massive dark body of stone. My eyes took in the first peak, a very large crowning over the front door. Another towered behind it while the third stood to the right. Connected to the peak to the far right of the house was a long, curved garage. I felt my lips part slightly as I counted the bay doors. There were seven. What in the world did the man need a seven car garage for? I pulled my eyes from the house to glance at Calix. He was watching me take in his home with piqued interest and I couldn’t help but think that everything about my captor was excessive, from the way he took what he wanted without regard for consequence, to the clothes he wore, to the house he lived in.
