Chapter 375: Alien Food
Sarah smoothed her hands over her jean-clad hips and checked her appearance in the wall mirror. It was almost time for fourth meal; he'd be here any time now. Sarah stilled, realizing what she was doing. He was the only person she interacted with and she was reacting exactly the way the psychiatrist said people who'd been held against their will eventually became toward their captors. "No," she said out loud. "No." This never happened in the camps and it wouldn't happen now.
She'd been awake most of the night, afraid of waking in the shower again. On top of that, her stomach rebelled against the foreign food it received. She'd had to break into her precious stash of canned food from Earth to settle her stomach a little.
"It is time for fourth meal."
Sarah spun around, clutching her chest, her heart racing. "Didn't your mother teach you to knock?" she said.