He's going to sell me. I guess I should've known. He's made no move to touch me, hasn't treated me as anything more than a commodity. His attitude is coolly distant.

We arrived at his old family homestead a few hours ago. I'm wandering the property, stretching my legs. I was a little surprised he let me go anywhere without him, but all he said was, "You have no place to run away to. Even if you managed to drive the car by yourself, you don't know how we got here and you have ...