The walk through the corridor

I nodded and closed the door again before running to my cat. I wished I could remain calm and collected but that was a difficult task.

I was close to getting a panic attack, like why was I being called upon when I knew nothing about the master of the house. It was shocking enough that there were people in the house that looked completely empty from my window.

"What am I going to do?" I asked my cat looking at her pretentious sleeping frame. When she continued to pretend, I did not hesitate to tap her head. "Wake and go with me," I ordered her using a dominant voice that a master should use.

I was thinking she will stand up immediately but she remained in that position breathing calmly like I did not even exist. I grunted knowing I will not have the will to force her even if I spend an hour by her basket.

I picked the blanket folded in the basket on the cushion she laid on and covered her body. "You are a betrayer," I leaned forward and whispered before finding my way to the bathroom.

The bathroom was sparkling clean like I could literally see it sparkling. When I faced the large mirror on the wall and saw how rumpled my hair was, I felt embarrassed that I let the messenger at the door see me that way. No wonder she was specific about taking my bath.

I looked at the large bathtub and the glass shower cubicle and I thought of what to chose. I know I had limited time, or maybe that was my thought. Do you remember her giving me a time limit?

If you do, well I don't. With a smile, I hurried to the bathtub and let water into it. The pressure was high and in a short while, the bathtub was full.

Back at home, the pressure used to be high but not this high. At times, I might have to spend more than ten minutes to get it full.

I undressed taking my time. I remembered that my cat told me I was unloved so I would definitely not get a warm welcome from my father who despite his riches, did not defend me when I got sent to a prison world.

Now, you must have realized that I have properly fit myself into the hole made for me in this world. Why? Well, because I was getting angry over something I did not even experience. The other guy did, not me, okay?

I was about to do what I want to which at this moment was to take a long refreshing bath. After all, I did not have a bathtub in my room in the prison world.

The water was warm just like I like it when I dipped my foot into it and then lowered my whole body. As a guy, I must say that this body was a ten out of ten.

Now, my body back on earth would be an eight out of ten because I worked out lesser than the owner of the body did before I entered it and after I possessed the body, my cat made me work out more than I have ever done in my life.

So, you could understand why I said this body got two marks higher than my body on earth. But if you don't, this is what I mean. The abdomen was muscled unlike my body on earth and so smooth.

I was scared when I was on earth that I will be very hairy in my adulthood because my father was but this body did not have so much hair to get me worried about that.

I don't know how old the owner of the body was before I possessed him but his skin was smoother than any skin I have seen on earth or maybe it was a thing about this world because the woman at the door looked that way.

If that was the result of some skin care product, then I will be taking the formula back when I am returning to earth.

I hummed a tone while taking my bath only to discover halfway into it that it was the national anthem of the wonderful country I left on earth.

That wanted to get me all sentimental because it reminded me of how much I missed home and how I was going to meet and call a man who wasn't my strict father at home, father.

But, I brushed it off and hummed a popular song by one of those idols my female classmates loved to sing when they were too free to be doing anything serious.

It was in a western language and I could not remember the lyrics because I have never focused on it long enough to know it but I could still remember a part of it and I kept repeating it until I got tired.

Well, my tiredness over the song led to me stepping out of the bathtub and picked a white robe folded on a glass shelf.

Wrapped in the robe, I walked to the closet. After going through a variety of outfits for different occasions, I decided to go with my style back at home.

Since I was meeting the man of the house, I chose to dress formal enough to not look like a joke and casual enough to feel comfortable.

My cat was still in her basket when I got out and I did not hesitate to walk to her basket. "Continue sleeping, betrayer," I told her as fiercely as I could before walking to the door at my own pace.

I was not being petty, okay? That was my little way of venting my anger.

The woman at the door had her hand held up like she was about to knock. That made me smile because it felt like karma was doing its job, haha.

She noticed my smile and brought her hand down with her brow slightly furrowed like she was trying hard to remain calm.

"I kept you waiting for too long. How do I look in this outfit?" I asked her since I was unwilling to apologize although that was totally against what I was brought up as the child of my parents to do. I guess that was why I could not but say something.

She seemed to have light shades of pink on her cheeks although I could not tell if that was because she was angry or shy.

Well, that was not something for me to worry about, so . . . I gave a look to tell her to lead the way and without a word to me, she began walking down the long brightly lit corridor.

Beautiful painting of this world were on the wall and I spent the whole walk to wherever she was taking me, thinking about how much I could sell each of those paintings on earth.

My mother's step sister was an artist and she had a gallery I visited thrice with my mum and I got to know a little about the beauty and quality of paintings and I must say that the quality of these paintings were unrivaled.

She led into an elevator and when I saw the number of floors, I was surprised. It was like the good type of surprise or more like the respectful type of surprise. The house had six floors, I was curious of what occupied each of those floors.

The woman pressed the button that took us to the top floor. The place was like a palace, like the most beautiful palace ever. There seemed to be so much money in this world that no one has any use of them.