Chapter 3 - the big breakfast

Sarah woke the next morning with an appauling hangover. She opened one eye the tiniest crack. She could not remember coming home last night at all. She knew she was in an unfamiliar bed. The mattress felt different, the pillows were softer, the sheets were different. The room too was unfamiliar, thankfully, the space next to her in the double bed appeared not to have been slept in.
Slowly she sat up holding onto her aching spinning head. Why oh why had she drank so much last night? It was so unlike her. She guessed she liked Graham a whole lot than she had thought. Poor Adam! What must he think of her going on like that. She noticed she was wearing a shirt. A man's shirt. Probably Adam's from the length of the arms she thought.
She got up. She had to find the bathroom in case she was sick. She had to spend a moment standing still with her arms out to the side to stop the room from spinning. As she took dolly steps towards the door, she noticed how old fashioned the room was. It was just like walking into her granny's bedroom with the flowery swirls on the carpet, the chintzy fabric and the pre-war solid wood furniture complete with a three piece dressing table set.
She had to be in Adam's house. She knew no one as old fashioned as he was, despite his young age.

After relieving herself and a quick splash of water on her face, she felt quite a bit better. She would have had a shower and got changed, but she had no idea where her clothes were.
She slowly made her way downstairs. The stairs led to the downstairs hallway and the front door. Off the hallway was a good sized living room with a bay window, a good sized dining room and a small kitchen, where she found Adam preparing breakfast. He was already fully dressed, but again, his fashion sense was most questionable. He had on a pair of grey sports slacks and a cream shirt. He was, for once, tieless, and the neck of the shirt was open, but it was still tucked into his trousers and he still looked like he'd just stepped out of a 1950's B movie.
'Sit down' he told her when he saw her. 'I'll bring you breakfast'.
She retreated to the dining room and sat at the table. It seemed rather formal. The table was solid wood and highly polished. Surely he was not going to serve breakfast here.
'Good morning!' Adam breezed in a moment later, covering the table with a padded, fringed red oilcloth.
Sarah thought that perhaps Adam could be a time traveller, but she could not quite pinpoint which decade he was from. He was certainly more twentieth century than any millennial she knew.
He soon returned with a large hot plate that he placed directly in front of her. He placed a second plate opposite her and took his place there. There was a full English breakfast on each of the plates: crispy bacon, sausages, black pudding, mushrooms, tomatoes, beans, hash browns, fried bread and scrambled egg served with sliced white bread and butter and a choice of tomato ketchup or brown sauce with a cup of strong builder's tea.
She looked at the plate, then looked at Adam, who had already started to eat, then looked at the plate again. She couldn't eat that! It was far too much! She'd eaten too much last night as it was!
Adam told her to stop whining and eat up. She would feel better if she did. A good breakfast was the best cure for a bad hangover.
Sarah was too tired and too hungover to argue too much. She picked up her knife and fork. She would eat a quarter of it and leave the rest.
Once she started though, she found the bacon was so crisp, the sausages were so juicy and succulent, the mushrooms were almost as good as last night's. Before she could stop herself, she'd eaten everything on the plate. Oh she felt full now though! Unused to such rich calorific food in such volume, she rubbed her swollen belly.
More? Oh no, she couldn't possibly eat any more! No! Not now!
Adam recognised her distress, he helped her down from the chair and through to the living room. He quickly moved the pillow and blankets where he had been sleeping and made Sarah comfortable on the sofa.
She felt drowsy and she was soon fast asleep.

She had no idea what the time was when she woke. She had no watch on and there was no clock in the room. She could not find her phone and there was no tv or computer either. Judging by the light coming through the window it could be any time between ten o'clock and three, depending on the weather. Her belly grumbled, she assumed it was early afternoon. The though was compounded by Adam calling her into the dining room. It must be time for lunch, she thought.
As she got up, she chastised herself. She was still wearing Adam's shirt. She would just have a few small morsels and then she would have a shower, get changed and go home.
She did not expect to see the whole table laid out with a whole array of foods. Half the table was savoury with sausage rolls, cold meats, pork pies, cheeses, pease pudding, potato salad, quiche, crisps, cocktail sausages, scotch eggs, pickled onions, beetroot and crispy bread rolls with butter. The other half had chocolate eclairs, merangues, cakes, doughnuts, cheesecakes, trifles.
Sarah asked who else was coming for lunch, expecting there was maybe a celebration going on that she did not know about.
'There is no one' Adam replied, 'it is all for you'. With that, he placed a plate of mixed savoury foods that he had selected for her to start on in front of her. He didn't even sit opposite and join in. She stared in amazement. She could not possibly!
She got up from the chair, 'I think it was about time I was going.' She said, 'if you give me my clothes, i'll have a shower and be on my way. I'll not mention this next week. It will all be as if this hadn't happened.'
Adam stood in her way. He towered over her, blocking her retreat. He gave her a wry smile. 'It's too late, my darling. You can't escape. You're all mine now. You will do what I want you to do and I want you to eat.'
'What rubbish! Who are you to tell me what to do, now let me out!'
'You will learn to obey.' He said with no expression. 'Sit down and eat.'
She tried to push passed him again.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp buzz around her wrist. It was so painful, she grabbed it with her other hand. Then she realised that around her wrist was a metal band. It had no clasp and was too small to slip over her hand. Where had that come from? How did it get there? How could it be the source of her pain?
For now she gave in.
She decided to eat a little bit of the feast, then she'd make an excuse to go to the toilet, or something. She would climb out of the bathroom window and shimmy down the drainpipe, or something. No way was she going to stay with this madman.
Adam relaxed as she sat down and started to eat.
'Let me explain...' he said