Kitty Thomas - Comfort Food Emily Vargas has been taken captive. As part of his conditioning methods, her captor refuses to speak to her, knowing how much. I'd been hearing a lot of hype about this book 'Comfort Food' by Kitty Thomas. A lot of bloggers were writing some very bizarre reviews and. Emily Vargas has been taken captive. As part of his conditioning methods, her captor refuses to speak to her, knowing how much she craves human contact.
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Told in the first person from Emily's perspective, Comfort Food explores what happens when all expectations of pleasure and pain are turned upside down. Comfort Food book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Emily Vargas has been taken captive. As part of his conditioning me. Editorial Reviews. From the Author. Thank you for reading!.
I cannot explain how interesting this truly is. If these were to be my last words, they felt like stupid and unimportant ones, but I had to know. It was naive, but I wanted to believe I could somehow alter the course of events here by saying the right thing. All she had to worry about was pleasing him. JJ Knight. His will, was hers. Newer Post Older Post Home.
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The first day of my captivity was like being born. I was blindfolded, sitting in a hard metal chair, with each of my legs bound to a chair leg and my arms tied up behind me. The sharpest bit of sensory input I had was the silence. It was a suffocating blanket from which there was no escape. Unless I started talking just to hear my own voice, a desperation I refused to display in the first five minutes of consciousness.
I remember thinking this was how spy movies often started, with sensory deprivation: I had no secrets. I was an open book, and maybe that was the problem. I was a minor celebrity on the public-speaking circuit, self-assured, articulate. The poster-girl for everything others wished they could become. Not a threat to anyone really. Someone would notice I was missing, at least by the time my next speaking engagement rolled around in a couple of weeks.
The day had started at one such engagement. A very nice luncheon, in a very nice restaurant in downtown Atlanta had been booked for the event.
I usually started and ended my book tours in Atlanta because it was close to my home in the suburbs. Women go through their lives a bit differently than men. Only the most neurotic of us think that way. Still, you never know what kind of wacko out there has become fixated on you. This was the place I was at, the almost complete denial it had happened to me. Me, who is always so careful. You know the drill. I was listening to the silence and wondering how the hell this could be happening.
Other things were running through my mind as well. Things that had me hoping maybe I did have some government secret and once I shared it, I could go on my merry way. Maybe in that order, maybe not. Though that order would be preferable to Dismemberment. Or Rape. You always want your dismemberment to happen after the death.
Death first would be the absolute best-case scenario. My mistake was a stupid one. Men never have to worry about this shit. I guess because statistically speaking there are fewer female psychos stalking men than the opposite, and most confrontations between men are pretty straightforward. Like all women raised in the current climate of fear and loathing of men, I was taught never to leave my drink unattended.
All women know this. We do. Just common sense in the age of the date rape drug. Expecting even the most sensitive male to truly understand any of this is like expecting a wolf to understand the finer points of being a rabbit. There are no exceptions. My sister, Katie, had died several years ago in an accident.
No one in the south is. The door creaked open then, exactly like doors do in scary movies. At least now I knew what kind of story I was in, no sense fooling myself about it. The sound of his boots echoed eerily loud on the concrete floor as he approached me. He stopped maybe a couple of feet away as the silence stretched on for a small eternity. Finally, I felt compelled to speak.