8: I hate him

IN THE GARDEN OF THE MANSION

LAURA P.O.V.

John led me out into the yard.

It was so large.

There were even fucking fountains in the distance.

"It's part of the yard. At the back of the mansion is the garden and the stables." said John, waiting for my answer.

I didn't answer him, although it was the most beautiful yard I have ever seen.

"Have you ever ridden a horse, Laura?" he asked me.

This question immediately took me to the past.

Yes, I've been riding. I loved riding horses.

Before. When Jack and I lived outside the big cities.

"Actually, yes. More than a year ago." I said quickly.

"That's great, do you want to try one of our horses?"

It made me nervous when he was trying to be nice.

I was here against my will, and he was even trying to impress me.

I know my mission was exactly to come here, but I didn't imagine it that way.

It had to be different. It had to be my way, not in a captive.