She had fallen asleep again. Camisa moaned as she awakened again, her stomach rumbling loudly and her hands almost numb. She turned onto her side and flexed her wrists, wincing at the sharp prick of blood entering her cold flesh. She lay still for several minutes, listening to the sounds from outside her door and swung her feet down, testing her legs for support. When they didn't fold beneath her, she crept over to the door and balanced on one foot as she slipped her big toe into the opening and slowly pressed it open.
"Need something?" She gasped, stumbling backward and falling onto the bed. Larry entered the room, a wide smile on his face.
"I'm hungry. I'd like to have something to eat and I need to use the bathroom."
"I'll take her to piss, Eddie. You serve her up some food."
"Okay." Larry grabbed her elbow and maneuvered her to the door, helping her down the steps and into the dark forest. She stepped behind a tree and squatted down, trying to keep her feet out of the urine's trail while watching the man as he paced back and forth a few steps away from her. "Don't get any ideas about trying to run. The cliffs are all around us and you might get your pretty self killed in the dark."
Camisa gulped and stood, shaking herself as best she could and came down to where he stood. He laughed and escorted her back to the cabin, using a paper towel to wipe the lines of piss from her legs. While he was on his knees, he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into her sticky folds and received a kick for his efforts.
"Bitch! You shouldn't have done that." He jerked her close by her arm and dragged her over to the couch, bending her over the padded arm.