In an instant, the Hunter is upon me, overpowering me with a single knee to the nuts that takes what little breath I have right out of my lungs, doubling me over in pain.
Their flashlight drops to the floor, casting ominous shadows around me.
Grabbing me by my hair so roughly I swear the roots nearly pull loose, I’m forced upright again, pushed up against a tree.
My breath comes in short, desperate gasps that mist in the moonlight as I beg, my voice weak, “No, n-no…please, no.”
Panic floods my system as the masked assailant wraps their hands around my neck, pressing their body into mine, trapping me. Nothing, not even their eyes, is visible behind the all-black tactical mask.
Terror grips me, unlike anything I've ever known.
My mind races, searching frantically for a way out but finding none.
I feel utterly helpless…afraid.
Adrenaline surges through my body as I fight for a breath.
Every muscle is tense, trembling.
My senses are hyper-aware—the scent of pine and sweat, the cool night air on my skin, the sound of our ragged breathing.
The Hunter’s hands move, releasing my throat, and I gulp at the air, desperately trying to fill my aching lungs.
But my relief is short-lived.
The sudden introduction of a cold blade against my throat contradicts the warmth of the body pressing against mine.
“Hunt over, little rabbit. You’ve been caught,” the whisper tickles my skin as every hair in my body rises to attention, an involuntary shiver slinking down my spine.
“Don’t you dare move,” my captor threatens, digging the knife deeper into my skin, deep enough to draw blood.
There is no morefightorflight—all that’s left in my mind isfawn.I’m entirely at the mercy of the Hunter, and the thought is exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
They yank my hair, hard, and I want to scream, but no sound escapes.
I remain entirely frozen as the Hunter wraps my body in rope they pull from a black backpack. It’s too tight, but I’m powerless to resist as they tie me up and force me to my knees.
As my heart races on, I can’t think of anything but how hard my cock is.
This shouldn’t turn me on; this is fucked up.
But I can’t help it.
With a dirty boot right between the shoulder blades, the Hunter bends me over, pushing my face into the dirt.
The gravel digs into my knees uncomfortably, adding to the mounting list of aches and pains blossoming over my skin.
It isn’t real, I know it isn’t, but it feels so fucking real.
With no weapons, no light…I am completely vulnerable, at the mercy of the merciless Hunter.
“P-please,” I beg, digging my fingers into the dirt just to hold onto something.
I want to fight, but my limbs betray me—heavy and useless.
The Hunter bends down over me, tugging at my collar as they lick the back of my neck, biting down on my earlobe until I’m convinced they might bite it right off.
“I wouldn’t recommend struggling. It will only hurt more,” they whisper in my ear before smacking my ass loudly.
