CHAPTER FIVE
I woke up to the smell of c***k caffeine.
My body was stiff from the long hike yesterday, as well as sleeping on the couch.
The metal restraint irritated the one wrist made of flesh, and the other ached dully with delusional pain, as if my arm below the elbow were still there and suffered from its wound. The cuffs were an extreme measure. On the other hand, I wasn’t a female. I didn’t know what it felt like to be prey and live in the middle of the woods. Selfishly, I was willing to go along with anything it took to have a warm place to sleep.
And now coffee. Please God, let her give me coffee.
There was an additional spicy sausage odor that made my belly grumble. I rose, stretched my back, and walked toward the finger-l*****g aroma.
Good God, coffee and whatever sizzled
