(This chapter relies on you reading chapter 1. If you don’t read it then it will not make much since.)
Mitch woke up at half past five. He was a college senior and liked to hit the gym early before the other students crowded him out. He hit his alarm to turn it off and then realized that it already was off. “Huh?” Then it dawned on him, today was Saturday.
“Must have dreamed the alarm… guess I can go back to sleep.” But he couldn’t. He felt wide away and alert as if there was a pressing need for him to do something. He got up, turned on the coffee maker, but he couldn’t sit down or even wait for coffee. He felt the pressing urge to go… somewhere…
He felt he had to get out of the house (where he lived with three other guys). Not even bothering to put on a shirt he grabbed his keys and headed to the car like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
He had been driving for several hours before he realized he was hungry. Pulling into a drive through he ordered a breakfast burrito and when he went to the window he wondered why the cashier was giving him such a funny look. Suddenly it fully sank in that he was driving out in the middle of nowhere in nothing but his boxers. He didn’t even bring his wallet. He turned beet red from embarrassment and scrounged around for enough change to pay the cashier. He pulled into a parking space to think and eat his burrito but the longer he stopped the greater the urge to move on built up inside of him and in a few minutes he hurtling down the road again.
He found himself out in the countryside with fields and wide pastures. Eventually he found a long narrow road, more of a driveway really, with trees on either side. He felt the urge to turn there and followed it up the winding slopes of a small hill. Eventually the trees opened up to a gently rolling pasture. A large white mansion loomed in the distance. The drive was clearly heading toward it.
Outside of the front gate were two men in black business suits. Mitch was again drawn to his conspicuous attire. How was he going to explain to these people why he was here without looking like an idiot. His shirtless body again turned a few shades of red. However his worry was for nothing, the men simply opened the gate for him and he drove inside. The gate closed behind him ominously with a clang.
A man in a butler’s uniform appeared from the house and walked down the car. “You’ve been expected sir.” Was all he said, with no emotion or reaction to his partial nudity. The butler turned and walked back to the house and Mitch followed, without wanting to. The halls inside were vaulted with marble pillars, everything was expensive and of the highest quality. Mitch was beginning to wonder whether he had woken up at all.
The butler led Mitch to a large vaulted doorway with heavy velvet curtains tied on both sides. It led to a dark room, making it impossible to tell what was inside. “The boy has arrived,” the butler droned.
“Come in boy,” creaked the leathery vocals of a woman who was clearly in her elder years. Mitch stepped in as bidden...