11-14-2016, 03:04 AM
The guards aboard Steve's helicopter didn't say much really. They simply ignored what he had said and when they finally landed, the guns they carried clearly meant he clearly should follow them. While he was an athlete, they looked buffer in frame compared to him. Four against one was not a good combination. The scenery was nice forests for miles. The mansion itself was made out of a stone with an ivory color to it, but not the exact sleek polish that otherwise would state it was made from that. Most likely just regular concrete, but it resembled a bit of the medieval castles. There were two helipads, separated by the large square mansion in the center by two large walk way bridges that led directly into the prince's room. When Steven was sent in, he was thrown on the large bed and the guards closed the doors behind him.
It was minutes to an hour later when he finally arrived. The male entered as lovely as could be in the situation, smiles that clearly painted he was insisting the situation be otherwise friendly.
"Welcome" his African accent was there, but the male spoke quite clear, perhaps from proper education. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but first, may I get you some water or something? I'm sure the ride has been a bit tiring and that chloroform has to have that mouth of yours dry and tasting like copper."
He pointed towards a small bar inside the room, filled with various beverages, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. None of them were opened, so Steven surely didn't have to worry about them being spiked. As an act of good faith, Emory picked up a bottle of Vodka, pouring himself a glass after adding ice to it and drinking on it casually.
"My name is Emory Malik. Prince Emory Malik and who might you be?"
Of course he knew the male's name as he was the person he bought. There was no need to be hostile however though.
It was minutes to an hour later when he finally arrived. The male entered as lovely as could be in the situation, smiles that clearly painted he was insisting the situation be otherwise friendly.
"Welcome" his African accent was there, but the male spoke quite clear, perhaps from proper education. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but first, may I get you some water or something? I'm sure the ride has been a bit tiring and that chloroform has to have that mouth of yours dry and tasting like copper."
He pointed towards a small bar inside the room, filled with various beverages, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. None of them were opened, so Steven surely didn't have to worry about them being spiked. As an act of good faith, Emory picked up a bottle of Vodka, pouring himself a glass after adding ice to it and drinking on it casually.
"My name is Emory Malik. Prince Emory Malik and who might you be?"
Of course he knew the male's name as he was the person he bought. There was no need to be hostile however though.