eight.
Angelica.

"Are you the one who brought me here?"

"Yes," he said as he casually took off his jacket. A gesture so simple yet it looked so hot.

"Why?"

"Am not obligated to answer your question" he answered again as he removed his dress shirt and tie.

He might look hot but he still is a pig. Sorry heavens but he deserves to called a pig.

"Will you ever let me go?"

"No"

"Why"

"Am still not obligated to answer that." He said as he walked Into what I assumed is a bathroom leaving me by myself.

Unlike the other room, this one had a more muscular feel to it, must be his room.

The room has a constant blue, grey and black colour scheme. This room looks like a mini house. It has a small living room, that has two couches arranged in a circular motion, a large black coffee table with a beautiful flower vase standing atop of it and a very large flat-screen TV attached to the wall. Not far from the mini-sized living is a kitchen. From where I am standing it looks like it is stocked with every modern appliance a kitchen needs to run. A wall separates the kitchen from the other part of the room.
Next to it is a door that leads to what I assume is a closet. Next to it is another door, one slightly ajar, I can see blurred shelves of books. A library? this guy looks filthy rich. A Titanium looking door stands proudly next to the one that leads to the supposed library. Wonder what's in there, might be torture devices in there. I wouldn't be shocked If that were true. This room is beautiful, but the most beautiful thing in this room is the mega-sized bed that stands proudly two stairs above the floor am standing on in the middle of the room, covered with dark blue and grey beddings and a lot of pillows that look like a soft cloud. The two bedside lamps that stood besides each side of the bed eliminated a soft glow that made this room look surreal.

Before I could continue examining the room,the pig came out of the bathroom looking like bacon, not an exaggeration, he looks like a meal.his raven hair has tiny droplets of water that are falling on his forehead before he uses the towel in his hand to wipe them off.
His chest is bare of any article of clothing, I was right, he does have delicious muscular arms that flex as he roughly wipes his hair. His body is only covered by grey sweatpants that are riding low on his hips. His body is a temple I don't mind worshipping. He turns around to go back in the bathroom and I see his tattoo. Starting from his right shoulder blade is a tattoo of a dragon that stretches downwards. I wonder how far down...