Free Consequences by Aleatha Romig

he spoke. She did her best to maintain his gaze, swallowed, and nodded in response.
    Next he took her to an exercise room in the lower level, complete with all kinds of weight equipment, as well as a treadmill, elliptical, and stepper. Attached to the workout room was an indoor pool. Though not full sized, it was big enough to swim laps in. When she saw the pool, the stunning mosaic tiles that covered the walls and floor, the windows that allowed sunlight to penetrate, and smelled the familiar chlorine, she let out a gasp. “Do you like to swim?” he asked.
    “Oh yes. This is amazing.” Claire’s eyes glowed.
    “You shall have bathing suits tomorrow.” His words surprised her; she hadn’t asked. However, he was offering, and she did like to swim.
    “Thank you.”
    The formal dining room was exquisite. The table currently set for ten but the room seemed as though it could seat at least three times as many. The intricate woodwork accented light yellow walls and included hand-carved trim, molding, and built-in cabinetry. The ceiling was divided into sections separated by wood trim, each section embellished with different designs and some sort of gold flaking that created a shimmer in the light of the sun. The cabinetry held what Claire believed to be very lavish crystal and china. The height of the ceiling allowed the windows and French doors to be taller than most, at least ten feet, and adorned by exquisite flowing draperies. “We will eat in here when I decide. If I am not home, you will eat in your suite.”
    Down the west corridor just off the main section was a set of grand double doors. “This is my office. Your services will be required in here on days I work from home, like today. My office is strictly forbidden without my permission. Is that clear?” Claire nodded. Anthony turned to look at her, standing very close. “Claire, I want verbal responses to my questions. Do not make me tell you that again.”
    “I understand. Your office is off-limits unless you tell me to be there.” Her eyes fluttered from his to the wall, straining to maintain eye contact. They hadn’t made it down the rest of the west corridor when Anthony looked at his watch.
    “I have business I must do. It is seven twenty-five. I want you back at my office at ten thirty. You have some debt to pay off.” He obviously enjoyed the uncomfortable feeling his remarks produced. “Do you think you can find your way back to your suite?”
    “Yes, I can. But do I have to?” She told him how she would like to go back to the library and look around. She promised she would be back by ten thirty.
    He hesitated but reluctantly agreed. “We have not discussed all of the rules pertaining to the house. At this point, do not go outside. Permission for going out on the grounds will be contingent upon your ability to follow rules within the house.”
    “I understand, and I will be back by ten thirty.” Filled with exhilaration Claire walked down the marble corridor toward the library. The sensation of her shoes on the marble floor, the sound of her steps, and the coolness of the empty hall thrilled her senses. To be so deprived of anything except the same four walls, no matter how beautiful, and to be free to roam was ecstasy. She had three hours to spend in the library.
    Anthony’s collection of books was amazing. He had classics, “Tale of Two Cities,” “Pride and Prejudice,” “Great Expectations,” “Moby Dick,” and literally hundreds more. There were resource books, encyclopedias, dictionaries, and language translation books. She found biographies and memoirs, science fiction, romance, and fantasy. Just as she entered another section Anthony met her face to face. Once again, she jumped, but this time he wasn’t smiling.
    Claire’s mind spun, I can’t be late, I have been watching that clock over there. The clock read 10:37. Where had the time gone? “Oh, Anthony, I am so sorry. I was just engrossed in all you have—”
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