The boundage manison

The taxi you took is driving through the rural scotland for quite some time. Small villages, fields with crops and sheep herds are passing by regularly. The area is indeed beautyful and perfect for holiday. But you are still a little bit unsure about your sudden invitation to a lords estate. Two weeks ago you recived a letter from a man called lord Alexander. He invited you to his estate for a free vacation with every advantage his guest normally get. At first you thought of a joke but suddenly your employer calld you in his office and allowed you a holiday you never asked for.

When you googled lord alexander you found an old article about a member of the house of lord who passed a law that saved many small family buisinesses and farms from bankruptcy. But it was not clear to anyone how he managed to silence his lobby-supported opponents. A few people even accused him of . After his political career ended ten yeares ago for personal reasons (media said his wife died during a social mission in third world) he opened his mansion in scotland for guests who could spend a fastastic breaktime there. High politician, wealthy businessmen and -women, an old admiral and to everyons surprise a lot of normal people from lower and middle class. They all said that all their wishes were granted and they never felt better.

Many pepole from differnt classes wrote letters and e-mails to lord Alexander. They asked to visit his estate but most were turned. Some rich people offered money and connections but also only a hand full of them were accepted. Despite of some old freinds from his time as a politician it seems that the host decides absolute arbitrarily who he invites and who not.

But then the strange things began. At first nobody seems to know where exactly the mansion is. Then there a reports of mission people who took a vacation. But all of them still call their family and friend regularly. They told them that they now work at servants at the mansion. Even a few rich kids who never worked a single day suddenly decidet to now work as a servant, gardener or mechanik. Two yeares ago there was a journalist who tired to sneak into the mansion and found out all the dirty secrets but never returned. Strange is also, that noboy seemd to have seen lord Alexander after his retirement from politics. And his staff ignored every question to his personality. And on top of this, you never had contact with lord Alexander or one of his servants. And you can't imagine how he got your adress. He also somehow managed to make your employer give you a longer holiday. And in the letter was noted, he knews your deepest wishes and fantasys and wants to make them come true. How did he found out. You not even told your closest friends.

Finally the mansion appears behind a larger hill. After only five minutes the taxi stops in front of the iron fence gates. The house is big like a whole block of houses. Six floors and maybe one ore two basements, a garden at least two hectares big surrounded by three meter high walls. This mansion is a true fortress. Suddenly the taxi drives of. Your luggage is already next to you. Without any words a man with grey hair looking like a butler and a younger redhead in a maid uniform come to you.

"Good evening," the butler greets you friendly, "may I ask who you are?"