As the saying goes, the pantry was bare. Peter looked at me. "You got money? I got no food and no money for provisions." He looked hopefully at me."Su...e, what do you want to eat?" What I'd like and what I can chaw kinda' limits me. Go down to the market and get some burger. Get the cheapest there is. That's got the most fat and the most flavor. Get some onions and if they got some bright red 'maters, I'd like one of them too. Make sure it's ripe. I don't eat half ripe like they fed me in that. I was conscious when I got to Ramstein Air Force Base. When the nurses pulled open the gown I was wearing, the first nurse swore, and looked slightly ill, while the second nurse looked too shocked to say anything.I knew my wounds and scars were bad, but apparently they were worse than I had realized. Not the injuries from the escape, but the damage done over the years by my captors. I had noticed them, of course, but had never really examined them. I had always spent my free time dreaming of. He dumped me on the living room floor in a kneeling position. I love to see you on your knees like a bitch ready to be mounted, Jonathon liked to say. The carpet fibers rubbed on my cheek and I had a good view beneath the couch. So dirty. When we got back from our trip, Id have Jonathon move the couch so I could vacuum beneath it. Sorry to drop in, a mans voice said from the doorway. It sounded familiar, his accent thick, Eastern European. But my wife and I need some counseling. Maybe you need. What exactly made Donna awaken with a start several hours later, she didn't know, but suddenly she was sitting up in bed, listening intently to the silence of the vacation cabin. The clock on the bedside table said one o'clock in the morning.It was unusual for her to wake up like that, and she listened for some odd sound that might have disturbed her, but all she heard was the hush of a winter morning. She got out of bed and started toward the dressing room to get a robe, when an odd creaking.