Day 4

I could not get to the laptop until today.

I’m still in the dress from two nights ago. He came in tonight poured half a bottle of Jean Nate over my head. My eyes burned and teared up. He held me in his arms for and patted my head as he whispered everything would be alright into my ear.

I have been good: so he says. It is Twinkie night. He tells me I may have as many Twinkies as I want. Why can’t it be Ding Dongs or Ho-Hos or something chocolate? When I get out of here, I swear… First, a bath, then, something fabulous like prime rib or a tender sirloin. My vision is still cloudy from the damn body splash. God, I smell like ass!

I think I heard him masturbating last night. God, it was so uncomfortable, but a diversion from the crock that has developed in my neck from sleeping in this chair he duct tapes me to. The skin on my arms is being to blister and I have no hair where he keeps removing and reattaching the tape. What I don’t understand is why he only tapes me to the chair when he is here. When he leaves he undoes my arms. I got a wild hair to run away yesterday after he left, but I heard voices on the other side of the door. Who are these people? Are they hostages? Are they cohorts? Will they hurt me if I open the door? I’m too scared to try and my eyes still burn a little. Maybe I can figure out some clue from him about these people on the other side of the door.

I wonder if my friends have reported me missing. Are they looking for me? I’m so frightened. Did I do something awful to ask for this? Will some big guy in a leather apron come through the door to chop off my foot? I should never have cheated on my taxes.

There is a heavy smell of pork in the air. It comes from outside the camper and I am curious to where the hell I really am. How far am I from the trail He found me on 4 days ago?

I am so thirsty I would drink my own urine. He has put these child-proof locks on all the cabinets and the water is turned off while he is gone. I hope he will be home soon to at least give me something to drink. God, I would give anything for a bucket of water and some Pantene.