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something?"  
    "Nope."
    "And
you're not going to brainwash me into becoming a mindless killing
machine?"
    "No."
    "And
you aren't planning on imprisoning me?"
    He
shook his head.  "No."
    "You
don't eat only wheat bread and tofu, do you?  'Cause that's a deal
breaker."
    "We
love all breads, though it's true we don't eat a lot of it.  But you are your
own keeper.  Eat what you like."
    Satisfied
I wouldn't be in imprisoned in food hell, I sighed and let my arms drop. 
"Fine.  When do we leave?" 
    "Pack
a few bags tonight.  Everything you think you would need for the foreseeable
future.  Leave your furniture and food.  Bring clothes, books, laptops,
whatever.  I'll come over tomorrow mid-morning and you can follow me there in
your car.  You'll need to quit your job and your gym, but we'll take care of
setting up your rent so that it's paid for while you're with us.  You cannot
tell anyone where you're going, though.  Just say you need a change but you'll
be back around sometime."
    I
could do that.  A trill of excitement was making itself known in my stomach.  I
was unsure exactly what to expect, but I was anticipating . . . something. 
Hopefully something good. 
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 2
     
     
    I
fiddled with the radio as I followed Brooks down the long, curvy, winding back
roads of North Carolina.  There was nothing but trees around us.  Not even any
other cars passed us on the road.  I was guessing where we were headed was
pretty remote. 
    Many,
many turns later, we slowed and turned onto a gravel road.  This road,
surprise, was also a long one.  Soon a four story cabin came into view.  Wow,
Brooks wasn't kidding.  It was huge.  I followed him around the building, to
the rear of the property where a smaller, second warehouse type building set. 
A garage door rolled opened and inside were two or three other cars.  We
parked, collected my three bags, and set off for the cabin. 
    "What
do you think?" he asked.
    "Secluded. 
But I don't see any fire pits where you hold your creepy rituals, so you're in
the clear, for now," I assessed.
    Brooks
smiled and shook his head like he thought I was funny. 
    I
followed him inside and stopped in my tracks.  It wasn't a cabin at all, not
really.  It was a four story building with a wooden exterior, yes, but on the
inside the structure had the touch of industrial efficiency, with sturdy white
walls and large open spaces.  The floor was wooden and everything was drenched
in warm tones that made the place seem downright homey.  I liked it
immediately.
    I
caught up with Brooks at the corner of the hallway and we ventured up the
staircase and onto the second floor.  Some of the doors were open but most were
shut.  I looked around with curiosity until he stopped outside of a door and
turned to me.  I switched my roaming gaze from the ceiling to his face.
    "This
is your room."
    Inside
was a full sized bed, already made with white sheets, a deep green comforter
and pillows.  There was also a nightstand, a dresser, a table and another door
that led to a private bathroom.  I walked farther in and set my bag on the bed,
Brooks following suit.  The room was sized for an individual.  Practical but
roomy enough that I wouldn't feel suffocated.
    The
bare walls were white, but it wasn't a brilliant, sterile white.  It reminded
me of the color of oatmeal.  The bathroom was relatively normal, about what you
would expect to find in a guest bathroom at someone's house.  The shower was
also a tub, which I was happy about.  I hated showers that were standing only. 
I wasn't one to luxuriate in hot baths all the time, but if this was going to
go how I expected fitness wise, I'd surely be filling that tub with ice soon. 
    "Get
settled and I'll come get you in a few minutes for a tour."
    "Sure,"
I said agreeably.
    After
I unpacked most of my clothes (but kept an emergency stash prepared in a bag
for a quick exit) into the dresser drawers and stocked my toiletries in