Chapter 5

Cynthia's eyes fluttered open with the welcome heat from the fireplace warming her face. She smelled bacon being fried. She stood up and followed her nose to the kitchen. She looked at the man and knew he had the appearance of someone famous. He had freshly shaved and looked clean.

"May I use your bathroom?" she asked, making him jump. "Sorry to startle you."

"That's okay, I'm just not used to having another person around. The bathroom's right around the corner. The bigger one's upstairs but it's too chilly up there."

"Thanks," she said, knowing she was a physical wreck. After eating, she planned to ask him if she could call her parents to come and get her. The lock had a hook and an eye. She noticed that the door didn't completely close. She sat her bare butt on the cold seat and relieved herself. Wiping her pussy, Cynthia washed her hands in frigid water, used the only towel there and went back to the kitchen where the man was cooking.

"How do you like your eggs?" he inquired.

"Any way except hard boiled," she answered, not meeting his eyes while looking around the kitchen.

"Scrambled okay?"

"That's fine."

Cynthia returned to the living room to sit close to the fire. The house was chilled but the immediate area by the fireplace wasn't. What caught her eye was that there wasn't a television in the front room. She also noticed a piano sitting there. Plus lots of books on shelves from floor to ceiling. Enduring the cold away from the blaze. she browsed the titles of these publications. She found some interesting biographies, a few novels, many books on history, and others. Some of interest, some not. She reached for a thick volume of the life of Winston Churchill-The War Years.

"Here's your breakfast," he said, handing her a plate of bacon, eggs and fried potatoes. " I'm not the best cook in the world but I'm not that bad either. I haven't poisoned myself yet."

"Thank you," she spoke just above a whisper. She noticed a serious look on his face. It was too much. Cynthia never ate that amount in a day let alone in one meal. "You've given me a lot. Why don't you take some off of my plate and onto yours?"

"Just eat what you can. Maybe I'll have the rest later. I've got enough for me now."

Cynthia held a crisp rasher of bacon and nibbled on it. She hadn't eaten since breakfast two days ago. Fear had taken her appetite away from her. Fear of being killed by a crazed man. Or worse yet, fear of the unknown. She nibbled on the strip of meat, shivering from the cold that permeated the house. The man noticed, and guided her from her chair to the sofa near the fireplace. Even though there were just glowing embers burning, it was much warmer than the other part of the room.

"What's going to happen to me?" she asked him, afraid of what he might say. She was frightened to look into his eyes but frightened not to. She looked at his mouth.

"Ed."

"Pardon me?" she asked.

"My name is Ed. Ed Lowe. Spelled L-O-W-E. Ed Lowe."

"Cynthia Thomas," she introduced herself.

"Do you remember when those strange people brought you in here last night?"

"No," she shook her head. "They gave me a shot of demerol and it knocked me for a loop. I don't remember a thing after that shot."

"How do you know it was demerol?" Ed asked.

"I'm one year removed from getting my medical degree. I was in my last year. Next summer I would have started my residency and then join my father in his practice. I guess you would call it a family practice, she answered.

"You have to be quite intelligent to become a doctor," Ed grinned. "I don't think I'd ever be able to do what you've done."

"Thank you," Cynthia smile for the first time. "When I'm done eating, may I use your phone?"

"I don't have a phone," he confessed. "Our system won't allow me to have one. They won't come out here to string one line for one person. That goes for electricity too."

"Then why would you choose to live way out here in the boondocks?"

"This was my great grandfather's place, then my grandfather's, then my father's, now it is mine. I never married so I guess when my time is up, this house will fall apart."

"Don't you have a means to contact the outside world?" Cynthia asked.

"I do, but with this storm blowing the way it is now, I think we're stuck here for a while. Once it lets up, I'll put the battery in the car and see if it will start. We'll drive to Bear Lake where I pickup my mail and you can make your call from there."

"So I have to wait it out until spring comes?"

"I'm afraid so," Ed said, sympathetically. "I'm awfully sorry."

"It's not your fault but my parents are probably frantic. And I'm sure I'll have to repeat the whole year again," she lamented.

"Why did those people make you come up here?"

"They kidnapped me, told me I was being sold to someone, that's you. And now I'm here. Why did you buy me?"

Jim and Gladys woke up in the SUV a bit chilled but not cold. His big erection still in her pussy. Facing the back, she saw that all the men were dead. She might have been happy that these jerks froze to death but they were facing the same thing.

"I gotta piss," Jim said.

"Me too, but where?"