Dennis Raveley - chapter 2

'Take off your blindfold, it's no longer necessary.' The voice says.
'Was it ever necessary in the first place?' Dennis muses.
'You have a very dangerous sense of humor, my friend.' The voice emits a chuckle.
'I'm your friend? Figures, I don't know your name. Do you know me?'
'You are Dennis Raveley, son of Harold Raveley, businessman, ex-mercenary, and trading manager for the company ETC. You are fifteen years of age, you are an only child, and the password of your bank account is 1984, which also happens to be your favorite novel. So it happens, I do know you.'
Dennis is taken aback. 'You...do...indeed, and I'm supposed to know you?' He quickly shakes off the now overwhelming feeling of paranoid suspicion growing inside him. Until that point, he does not know the quivering sense of chilliness in his gut; he has found the correct term.
'You can start, take off that blindfold, you don't need it.'
Dennis takes off the blindfold and takes a look around the room. His eyes does not need to adjust to the light in the room, for the light comes only from a dimly lit twenty watt lamp situated on the large oak desk which his chair is directly facing. The desk is bare except for the small lamp, and behind the desk is a huge red, leather backrest, the backrest of a swivel chair, its occupant concealed.
'Are you sitting there?'
'I am. Come and see.'
'Why don't you turn around?'
'My capability prevents me from doing so.'
'Are you a cripple?'
'Come and see.'
Dennis starts for the chair, slowing down when he reaches the desk, he pauses.
'Come forward, come on, you're not going to find the demented Tom Riddle seated in this chair, so hurry up."
Dennis chuckles, and reached over to turn the seat around. The backrest is bare.
He blinks, surprised. He looks down, and seated in the center of the chair is, sure enough, a walkie-talkie. The communicator is aged, gray in color, and resembles a brick. Surprisingly, it emits the sound of a voice with amazing clarity. Dennis picks it up.
'Hello?'
'Yes, I'm right here.' The voice chimes in from the speaker.
'How - I don't get it.' Dennis stammers; rather uncommon of him.
'Nothing but technicalities, this is a high definition talkie, very ideal for a convincing voice projection.'
'You're not actually in the room.' Dennis states, having not much else to think of to say. 
'I'm not. You should know, revealing oneself too quickly to the guest establishes no trust, I would rather trust you to trust me instead.'
'What does that mean? You doped me just now.'
'Let's leave that to interpretation some other time. I have a series of instructions for you, if you choose to abide, follow them and we shall meet soon enough. If not, I won't stop you.'
'Alright, so what if I don't want to meet you? I changed my mind just now.'
'As I've said, I won't stop you, but I do not speak for any third party involved.'
'Third party?' Dennis repeats, considering his options, which seem very few.
'Do you wish to hear the instructions?'
'Yes, but just one more question, do you work for my father?'
'We'll find out soon enough, here's what you will do. Exit the room.'
Dennis exits the room and looks down both sides of the hall as though crossing traffic; he waits.
'Now, turn left and descend the main staircase, shouldn't be too hard to find.'
Dennis walks slowly down the left hall, glancing at the bare oak walls. The corridor has many doors indented on either side, he does not try the knobs of any; they all look to be locked. He arrives at the grand staircase.
'Go to the ground floor, and turn right. Go down that main hallway until you reach a door to the outside.'
Dennis follows these instructions, and soon find himself outside. His view is of a large field of weeds, ending where a tree line of dense growth begins. The entire field is the size of a football stadium. It gives off the exactly same feeling of emptiness in the mansion. Dennis has been here no more than a quarter hour, and he already feels isolated.
'Now, walk a few paces out into the field.' Dennis complies to this request. 
'You've arrived, bravo.'
Dennis continues to star ahead, he sees no other human life.
'Are you here in person?' Dennis asks, skeptical.
'I am now.' The voice speaks. 'Turn around.' Dennis turns around, and nearly falls down in surprise.