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to surprise her once more.  “As you can see,” he continued as he lead the dumbstruck woman into the luxurious chamber, “you have a king size bed, your own dresser and vanity to sit down at while you groom. 
    “You also have a large flat screen television with all available channels at your disposal behind that wooden panel on the wall facing the bed.  Through the door on your left, is your own private privy chamber, which is fully stocked with all the toiletries you might need.   Cleaning service comes in once a day at noon while you dine. The door to your right is your closet. 
    “Your linens will be changed once a week when your laundry is picked up, please place all your dirty clothes in this bin next to the door to make it easier on the cleaning staff, it would be much appreciated.  It will be delivered folded and pressed that evening.  We do have high-speed WiFi available for you to use, as well.  I took the luxury of jotting the password down on some stationary and left it on your end table.  If you need any more assistance, please do not hesitate to ring.  The call button is next to the door, right here.” Hans indicated the button with one of his long spiderlike fingers. 
    Rachel stood, speechless, as she looked around the luxurious chamber.  The king size mattress was housed in an ornately carved wooden four-poster frame, which supported a frame on which red velvet bed curtains hung.  She couldn’t tell which type of wood the bed was carved from, but she guessed it was old, expensive and rare. She walked to the foot of the bed and looked at the dark wood panel that was there, and noticed a button underneath.  She pushed it and the panel rose revealing a large flat screen television.  She took the remote, which sat neatly on a shelf next to the device and pushed the power button.  She hobbled over to the bed, flopped down on it, and surfed the channels, searching for one of the English Language stations.
    After fruitlessly searching through the thousands of channels in hopes of something to watch, she got up from the bed and decided to see the bathroom. 
    She opened the door and a gasp erupted from her throat.  The floor was made from slate tiles; the sink was sunk into the dark marble counter top, which was neatly organized.  Toothpaste, hand soap, and other various sundries were lined up neatly along the counter top.  There was a shower stall in the far corner, next to the toilet and adjoining bidet, and off to the right, was a deep whirlpool tub. 
    Rachel needed to relieve herself so she proceeded to do so.  She noticed her flow had stopped. When she was finished, she made a note in the appropriate app on her phone and went back to watching TV. 
    Her mind drifted as the newscaster on television droned on about the economy.  She thought about Valemon.  His silver hair and beard, his broad, strong shoulders and his soft rumbling voice.  She could have found a worse man who needed a surrogate.  He was courteous, and seemed attentive to her needs. 
    She had everything she could possibly ask for while she remained here in the manor with him, and more.   Everything seemed too perfect, and she couldn’t shake off that dreadful feeling that all of this, the manor, the man, everything, was too good to be true.
     
     

CHAPTER TWO
     
     
    Two weeks passed as Rachel and Valemon got acquainted.  They took walks around the grounds, and he showed her the secret tunnels his ancestors used to reach their ships in the caves under the castle.  The smell of rotting wood and sea filled her nose as she entered the cavern.
    “Haven’t been maintaining the dock?” she asked.
    “No need,” he replied pointing to a small wooden rowboat next to the stairs.  “I use that to go for short trips up the fjord when I’m feeling restless.”
    “What’s down there, if you don’t mind me asking?” 
    “Not much, just a small island that I like to visit from time to time.  It’s quiet and