Laid Bear by Eve Vaughn (e books for reading .TXT) 📕

She was by no means a small woman, standing a solid five foot ten. However, the shirt fell to mid thigh and the cuffs of the sleeves fell past her fingertips. Whoever owned this article of clothing was a big guy. She wondered if he was the one who’d undressed her.

In normal circumstances, she would have been embarrassed, but her focus was on finding the owners of this cabin or locating some form of communication to get out of here. She slowly walked out the room, groaning slightly at the movement of tight muscles. Fortunately, she found the more she walked, the less stiff her joints became, easing the ache.

“Hello?” she croaked and winced. Her throat felt parched and tight from non-use. Zora swallowed to moisten her pipes before calling out again. “Hello? Is anyone home?”

No answer.

She tapped on the door of the room next to the one she’d just vacated. When she received no response, she opened it and peeked in. Zora saw an empty bedroom decorated a lot like the one she’d been in, but with darker colors. As she continued her search, she discovered one more bedroom and a full-sized bathroom.

Making her way downstairs, she hoped to find someone around. There was something intrinsically male about the place. There were no signs of a feminine touch and it made Zora nervous. What had she gotten herself in to? There was still no sign of life or a phone. Standing in the middle of a spacious living room, she noticed men’s clothing strewn on the ground in three piles. She didn’t have time to dwell on the tidiness of her occupants before a cramp gripped her stomach.

Zora clutched her midsection with a gasp before realizing she was hungry. A delicious scent assailed her nostrils, beckoning her on with its heady aroma.

Despite her misgivings, Zora followed the smell and ended up in a spacious kitchen. Her gaze immediately fell on the feast of bacon, eggs, sausage, ham, steak, fried potatoes and hash laid out on the kitchen table. Stepping closer, she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand to make sure this wasn’t some kind of mirage. The food smelled real. The serving platters the food rested on were picked over. Unable to resist the edible temptation before her, she grabbed a slice of bacon and took a bite. Either she was hungry or this was the best damn piece of bacon she’d ever had.

In most cases she wouldn’t be so ill-mannered as to eat her host’s food without permission, but these weren’t normal circumstances. She noticed three dirty plates stacked by the sink, confirming the diners had already eaten. Since the food was still on the table, she could only assume they’d be back shortly to clean up. But with all the leftovers, surely they wouldn’t miss one more slice of bacon.

One slice of bacon, however, became two, then three followed by sausage, potatoes and a steak. By the time she finished pigging out, she’d put a considerable dent in the buffet. She couldn’t remember eating so much in her life, as if she hadn’t eaten for days. She groaned, clutching her belly, this time because it was full. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes briefly as lethargy worked its way through her body.

A loud roar from the distance brought Zora out of her near food-coma. Startled, she leaned back in her chair so far it tipped over. Fortunately she was able to gain her balance before she hit the floor.

“Shit!” Another roar ripped through the air and this one sounded even closer. Were the doors securely shut? Then a noise greeted her ear that made her heart plummet, someone fiddling with the kitchen door behind her. Hopefully whatever wild animal lurked outside didn’t have opposable thumbs.

Without bothering to turn around to see what was behind her, she rushed to the living room only to run into something akin to a brick wall. The air whooshed from her lungs and she felt herself tumbling backward before a pair of hands gripped