Aunt appears not long after. I blink. A strong smell fills the room.
She kneels next to me, holding a bowl. I twist in the chair as much as my bonds will allow, inhaling the scent of food. I can feel my heart rate increasing with desperate anticipation.
Slowly, much too slowly, she lifts the spoon to my mouth. Flavor overwhelms me. I swallow before she can take back the spoon. She chuckles, and feeds me another spoonful. Another. And another.
I loose track of how long I've been eating. I can't place the taste, but I know it is some type of soup.
"Slow down a little," Aunt says. "You'll make yourself sick. And I don't want to have to clean up a mess."
I catch the corners of her mouth tug up for only a moment. I swallow another spoonful.
"I never did catch your name."
"I never said it."
"What is it?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"I gave you mine."
"You're the one tied up." She smirks. "You can call me Rogue."
"Auntie Rogue." I smirk back.
"Be careful what you say. You're still tied up." She clinks the spoon against the side of the empty bowl.
I groan. "I'm still hungry. And thirsty. And I need to pee."
"Well, I can bring you some water, but as for peeing. . ." she points into the darkness. "There's a bucket somewhere over there."
"How is that supposed to work?"
"That's your problem, sweetiecakes." She turns away.
"Seems to me like you'll have a mess to clean up anyway."
She chuckles. Rogue turns off the light, and is gone.
I sigh. Is it normal to like your captors?