So it was the third day that Rachel has been my unwilling guest and she still pretty much ignores me. She has eaten some of the food I had initially set up for her in the cupboards and some from the fridge, but not very much. She has all of her answers so mostly she just watches t.v. The first afternoon she found out that I had abducted her, stripped her and enjoyed tasting and feeling her lovely body and re dressed her in sleepwear so she wouldn’t be naked when I went to see her. With tears and a shaky voice she asked “Did you r*** me?” “Do you feel like you have been assaulted that way?” She shook her head no. “Well I didn’t. I don’t want to r*** you Rachel. I would like to have s** with you but I don’t want to r*** you.” I told her. She let me know that her parents weren’t rich to pay “Like a million dollars ransom or any thing.” I pretty much played that off saying “We’ll see.” I didn’t want ransom I wanted to have consensual s** with her. This morning she didn’t like he idea of my telling her she had to take a shower, but she did when I set her own clean clothes on the bed. She did b**** that I hadn’t brought her bra. I told her that if she was going to be here for awhile that she was going to have to start eating better and working out. I saw for a seconds gleam in her eye that the idea might actually appeal to her but she played it down with a “HUMPH!” I came back in an hour to tell her that I wouldn’t be back until dinner time and I was thinking about steak, pasta salad and steamed broccoli. She had only picked at one of the two meals that I had prepared for the two of us to share together and didn’t eat but two french fries. I had the rest for lunch the next day. She did like eating cereal and cold ham and cheese and lettuce from the fridge when I wasn’t around. She looked refreshed after her shower, so I mentioned that too. She spoke quietly. “Can you get me some, um… girl stuff?” She was embarrassed asking me for tampons and pads and maybe some more Advil? I went upstairs, wrote down her brand names from the little stash in her backpack and brought it all to her. This surprised her. I mentioned her pack and she understood, then I told her I would stop at the store for more, asking if she would like any thing else? She was looking at me and didn’t say a word. She only turned and walked to the bathroom beginning to brush her hair. It looked almost black when it was wet. “So rude.” I commented and left; securing and hiding the secret door in plain sight.
