Chapter 5 - the dream

When Sarah finished the sausage biscuits she was against uncomfortably full, but worse, she was embarrassed.

“I don’t normally eat so much.”, she said after swallowing the last bite. Andrew said nothing, just looked at her. Her shorts were really tight now, but she didn’t want to loosen them in front of him.

“Do you want to sit down, I can show you the beach?”, he finally asked.

“Sure”, she caught herself, “This isn’t fucking normal though, you just bringing me here like this. I want to call someone.”

“Here just I will show you.”, he said, and walked off towards the beach across the garden. He led her to beachfront and pointed to a lounging chair shaded by palms. “You can rest there.”

She really didn’t want to take anything from him, even the offer of a chair, but she was so full she felt she needed to sit down so she went over and lay down in the lounge chair.

“Do you want anything to drink?”, he asked.

“Sure, a margarita.”, she responded sarcastically.

“You can have that.”, he said.

“I don’t want anything, I want to be left alone.”, she replied.

He stood there staring at her a few seconds, then finally said “Okay”, and turned and left.

She lay there wondering how she was going to get away, or even contact someone. Couldn’t the authorities do something? She can’t just be kept here, imprisoned on this island.

A few minutes later Andrew showed up carrying a large margarita on a tray. “I told you I didn’t want anything.”

“Aren’t you thirsty?”, he asked.

Truth be known, she was, but she didn’t want anything from any of them. “I don’t want it, I don’t anything from you. I want to go home.”

“To that dump you are from? Why?”, he asked.

“I didn’t ask to come here, you kidnapped me.”

“I will just leave this here.”, he said, setting the margarita beside her and walking away.

She sat there sulking for a moment, just staring out to the sea, but then, she felt so, so thirsty suddenly. She looked down at the margarita, a very large one, on the rocks, the rim salted. Without even thinking she picked it up, taking a sip. It was so good, very sweet, but so good. Mustering all the will she had, she pulled the margarita from her lips and started to reach out and pour it out into the sand. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. All she could think about was drinking it. Seeing it in her hands, she wanted it so much. She brought it back to her lips, gulping it down. As soon as she finished it, Andrew brought another one. She drank it down as well, having consumed another 1000 calories in less than 10 minutes. When she finished it, she was feeling the effects of the alcohol. She lay back and closed her eyes and within a few minutes she had dozed off.

In her dream she was in a large dining room with a buffet along the sides of it. She stacked her plate full of fried foods and sweets and started eating it before she even got back to her table. She wolfed it all down, licked her fingers, and walked back up to the buffet filling her plate again. When she got back, she unbuttoned her shorts, letting her belly loose into her laps. With each bite she seemed to grow bigger, but she didn’t care, all she wanted to do was eat.