chapter 4

The room was pitch black. Sam heard the door open and lurched backward onto the bed, sending the glass bowl crashing to the floor and M&Ms flying everywhere. As the last of the candies rolled to a halt the room filled with savory scents. Bacon, apples and cinnamon, sausages, blueberries. Sam's mouth watered and her stomach growled.

"Oh no!" came a high pitched voice from the darkness. "That won't do. That won't do at all. Oh the lady won't like that. Not one bit."

Hearing the voice brought Sam out of her fantasy of inhaling all that food, instead of just it's aroma. "Who are you? Where am I? What the hell is going on?" She barked questions into the darkness rapid fire, to be answered only by footsteps hurrying across the floor and the closing of the door. This was followed by the click of the lock and she was alone again.

Who was the owner of the high pitched voice? What lady was going to be displeased? What was going on? Sam's mind ran one scenario after another. Her stomach rumbled as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Her sense of smell was assailed by the myriad of aromas that had entered the room with the high pitched voice. She suddenly realized that she was starving, despite getting through at least a pound of candy. She hadn't eaten anything since last night and it had to be getting towards noon by now. She took a deep breath and sighed, then heard the click of the lock again. She turned her head toward the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of her captor.

A burst of bright light blinded Sam and she closed her eyes and turned her head, cussing as she did.

"Tsk, tsk. This is just terrible what you've done here. This is so bad." The high pitched voice had returned. Sam could hear the sounds of a broom sweeping glass and candy into a pan.

"Who are you? What the hell-" Sam opened her eyes and hoisted herself up on the bed. As the springs moaned under her shifting weight the light hit her eyes again.

"That's not for me to tell you," replied the high pitched voice. "I shouldn't even be speaking, but this? This simply won't pass. The lady hates to see food wasted. Oh is she going to make you pay!"

"What lady? What the hell is going on? Why am I tied here?" Sam plead for answers.

"I am not the one to say," was the only reply she got before she heard he door close again.