Master carried me in his powerful arms back to my cell and lay me down on the bed by my mother. I remember feeling very safe and sleepy. I said goodnight and he said goodnight Alice before departing.
I passed out and woke the following morning. My family sat on the floor in a circle eating leftovers from last night. They left me a plate but I told them I wasn't hungry.
I wanted to tell them about last night - how strangely amazing an experience it was. Perhaps one needed to be in a state of hunger and disorientation to understand it I'm not sure. I felt guilty that I had eaten so much.
I was exhausted soon after waking up and decided to spend the day just napping. I recall one time I was woken up I warned my father not to use assumptions anymore as he seemed primed for another meeting and then I drifted off to sleep again.
I awoke to a special call; an eagle. I thought I wouldn't hear that this late on. For some reason, I wanted everyone to be asleep. As I poked my head up, it was a bit dark. Eventually my eyes adjusted and I could make out two figures on the floor. Josh was lying behind me. I leaned over his face and kissed him wholeheartedly on his burning cheek. I loved my little brother more now than ever before. I hadn't seen him all day because I was asleep. He looked so sweet and innocent right now. I tucked his shorts inside his pants as they were sticking out and sat on the edge of my bed wondering exactly what time it was.
I bypassed the strewn corpse-like bodies below me with a few well placed movements of my dainty little toes and went towards the door. This time I opened it without care for its temper. If anyone woke up I would tell them to go back to sleep, it wasn't that hard. No one was strong enough to argue anymore. If anything, I was now physically superior to my father which he might not want to hear me say in front of anyone. I understood that, since I was a girl and my role was different. Still, I knew how to look after myself as I had helped to hunt, kill and strip an elk several times in recent years -- no easy task considering stripping a beast of its hide and flesh was wrapped around the parameter of a time constraint.
It had been almost a month since we were imprisoned now and I was sure we were running low on food. They would need to hunt if they did not have any money. I could show them if they were willing. I would do anything just to see the light again.
I could hear the sounds of conversation and laughter as I reached the end of the corridor. I took in a few deep breaths as I entered the room that led to the kitchen. Like yesterday evening all three were seated. It was a picture of deja vu.
I came and stood by the chair opposite to Daddy.
'May I join you?' I asked.
'You may.' Daddy replied with a hand gesture indicating me to take a seat.
'Can I begin?' I asked politely.
'Yes.' Said Jesus.
I was not shy this time round and made sure my plate was full and drowned in gravy. I was impressed with the cooking and wondered how they prepared the meals. Mother might want to know the technique. Silly thoughts again continued to settle at the front queue of my mind and I had to address them or think them just to stay sane, whatever they were. Some, granted, were excessive and unlike me, but I figured it was all down to a lack of oxygen in my head, a lack of vitamin D that came from natural light and so on. All the assurances in the world did not seem to be enough, nor did making them stop me from thinking all of the unwanted thoughts swimming around inside and the many more that were to follow.
I promptly stuffed myself in the knowledge of the chores ahead. I decided that, I wanted to play the game more and try and be more interested in what they wanted. The more I gave them what they wanted the sooner they would leave. At the same time, I would gladly be their prisoner forever if it meant that my family were safe. I just knew that they couldn't do something like that, because it wouldn't make sense. Especially if this was just a game, it was a cruel one that only benefited them. Maybe we were just a product of they're amusement, but I had to swallow my pride and accept that, and accept it quickly.
After I was done, I worked my way around the table filling plates as requested, starting with Daddy. He pulled out and I plumped myself down on his lap and began feeding him big cuts as he liked them. I liked to ensure his mouth was full and that each bite was enjoyed. Sometimes gravy would dribble down his chin and I would wipe it with a tissue. Like yesterday, he had some wood but I didn't mind. It was part of the furniture. Besides I had felt Elk dick that was bigger. The only difference was I hadn't sat on the lap of an Elk that was sporting a pair of pants so I couldn't compare properly.
When I was done with him I moved on to Jesus. I sat and covered his bulge by pressing my butt into it as much as I could. I was embarrassed because I could smell my body and didn't know why my mind was highlighting it now. I just knew I needed to take a nice long bath. Anyways, he wasn't sniffing so, I didn't bring it up.
I fed Jesus and noticed I was becoming chatty all of a sudden.
'How is that?' I would ask him anticipating a response; hoping for good news.
'Good.' He replied 'Good.'
I felt happy and started putting my other hand underneath the fork to stop spillages for every bite I fed him. It was a new technique that Daddy probably noticed as he did not receive it. He would see it tomorrow.
I tossed my long hair to one side and fed Jesus his last mouthful's. He smiled at me and I smiled back; sometimes I had to pretend like I was more focused because my cheeks were feeling rosy. When I was done I noticed Master was going to get another cold meal for the 2nd night running. Again I apologized and scooted my body right up against his like before and noticed a growth in his pants. As long as it was hard I guessed I was forgiven.
I was not sure quite what it all meant, but I had heard that some African men had big ones; like baby elephant trunks. I wasn't too sure I wanted to find out either way.
Afterwards we all danced and as I tired Master carried me back to my cell.
'I hoped so far I have been a good prisoner.' I whispered with a long yawn.
'You have been great.' He told me, laying me down gently and brushing hair from my face. Then he left me.
I was still weak and hoped to put my weight back on quickly so I could be stronger and more useful. I don't know, I guess I had to be strong; I did not want to be helpless.
I felt a weight on my chest and noticed it was my brother's hand that hand tapping me, perhaps to figure out who had landed beside him. I turned to face him.
'Bro?' I began. 'Are you awake?'
'Hmm... Kinda.' He murmured under a deep heavy breath. He yawned and brought himself in line with my face in the darkness. I could feel his nose against mine and see his eyes and an outline of his face. I placed a hand at the back of his neck and ran my fingers up and down his spiked hair. Staring into his eyes I mainly saw a reflection of me. In such shadows, his face seemed to change every time I blinked.