chapter 2

Dylan gave Delilah a list of foods he liked. She told him that she was going to try to figure out a way to escape but she needed time. He watched her leave his room and heard the click of the lock.

There were no windows in his room, or the connected bathroom so he had no idea what time it was. He was hungry, though.

He tried to get his mind around what was happening. He was being held somewhere and all his captor wanted was for him to eat.

Luckily for him, eating was something he was good at. Sure, he'd needed to keep his weight down before but that didn't mean he didn't like food. Still, the idea of eating so much that he gained weight at a rapid pace was quite daunting. He wondered how much he'd have to gain to keep himself and Delilah safe before she came up with a plan. 10 lbs? 20?

He started snacking on some poptarts whilst he waited for her to return. When she did, she was carrying a large pizza box.

"I got you what you asked for," she said.

"Wait, did you go outside?" he asked.

She shook her head sadly.

"No, I just put in the order and the man in the mask deals with everything. He gives me the food and I give it to you."

Dylan opened the pizza box. It smelled amazing. As much as the situation sucked, he was going to enjoy the food.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to manage this whole thing," he said. "Do you want some."

Delilah shook her head frantically.

"No, you're going to need to finish that if you want to keep us alive."

Dylan's eyes widened. A whole large pizza? He'd never managed that before, usually he stopped with a few slices left but he guessed she was right. If he was going to gain weight, he was going to need to step up his game.

He sat down at the table and started to eat.

"You enjoy that," Delilah said. "I'm going to get some rest. You can press the button by the door to summon me at any time."

Dylan kept eating as she left. It was lonely without her in his room but he supposed she didn't want to see him stuff himself full of pizza. He wondered how many times she'd seen this before.

He got halfway through before he began to struggle. The stuffed crust wasn't helping. He made his way over to the closet and pulled out a six pack of soda.

Drinking helped. He managed to eat a few more slices before his stomach really began to ache. Dylan knew he'd never finish it if he let himself stop.

As quickly as he could, he forced the last few slices down. He walked into the bathroom to look at himself. He was still wearing his vest top and shorts from the day before. He had pizza grease around his mouth and his usually flat stomach had a slight curve to it. Bloating he could deal with. He wasn't sure how he felt about gaining back the pounds he'd just lost.

Delilah arrived later in the day with some distractions for him. She set up the television and games consoles. According to her, distractions were a godsend in this place and they would only help with his task.

Dylan spent the rest of the day snacking and playing video games until Delilah came back with food.

He groaned at the sight of it. He'd thought the pizza would have been enough, especially combined with the snacks he'd consumed.

"Really?" he asked. "I have to eat more?"

"Don't worry," she said. "It isn't much. It's just good to start you off big. The more you can eat, the easier this will be."

She sat with him making small talk as he forced two McDonald's double cheeseburgers down his throat. By the end of it, he knew he was bloated. His shorts felt a little tight on him.

"Don't forget to weigh in," she reminded him.

Dylan heaved himself out of his chair and walked over to the X on the floor. The scale beeped and the number flashed.

153.8

Dylan raised his eyebrows. No wonder he felt bloated. He'd eaten nearly three pounds of food in one day.

"I'll leave you to rest," Delilah said. "I hope you sleep well."

She smiled at him before she left and Dylan couldn't help smiling back.