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That’s to hunt prey.
And the prey cannot be Elena.
I move silently through the forest, careful where I step in case snakes are nearby. Luckily, I have keen eyesight, fast reflexes, and thick boots and clothes.
I reach the tree where the hide is waiting and swing my rifle over my shoulder to climb up slowly. I lie down, positioning my rifle, and I wait.
While I wait, I think about Elena and that kiss. Why did I kiss her again? I’ve worked out our feelings are mutual, and I’d love nothing more than to take her to bed and claim her as my own, but I can’t unless she’s willing.
I’m not popping her cherry unless she absolutely wants to. Sex can hurt a woman the first time, especially if it’s not done right. She should have sex with me, and I have the self-control to ensure it doesn’t hurt. I can control my movements, my speed… Maybe it’s the size of me that intimidates her. I almost chuckle out loud.
I freeze as I hear rustling in the bushes underneath me. I check my watch. I’ve been here almost an hour and a half, daydreaming about Elena. Thank God something has come along.
As much as Elena promised she wouldn’t escape, and even though I know she can’t, I have no doubt she’ll make a valiant effort to do so. I should get back as soon as I can.
More rustling.
A beautiful young three-pointer black-tailed mule deer steps out into the clearing to graze. I look at him through my scope. It’ll take some muscle to drag him back to the cabin, but thankfully, I’m not too far off, and there should be rope in the backpack I chose.
I breathe calmly before I take a quiet, slow, deep breath, aim the shot, and pull the trigger.
Chapter 12 - Elena
As soon as the door closes behind me, I drop the clothes I’m clutching to the floor. That kiss brought back memories of the other morning. The morning things almost went too far. I remember his fingers between my legs, confident and sure. I remember stroking his huge erection. And the fiery kiss that we shared, the way he teased my breast, he is perfection wrapped in a dark bow. No, not perfection.
Deception.
He kidnapped me and is my father's enemy. I can’t fall for someone like him. It would defy every law in our family. I still can’t stop tasting him on my lips. I wonder if he always tastes like that.
I start the hot water and get out of my panties and bra. I need more underwear, but for now, I’ll wash these and just go commando. I wash them in the sink while the shower heats up. I can hear a strange knocking sound, but I don’t want to peek outside while I’m naked and give Arseny any ideas.
Ideas I might not necessarily be against.
Shit, this can’t be happening.
This is like that thing where you fall in love with your captor—Stockholm Syndrome. That’s what this is.
Not that I would admit to falling in love with my captor because I’m not, but he is starting to seem more and more human to me, rather than the beast I assumed he was when he took me.
I need to get out of this cabin before things get so heated we can’t turn back.
I climb into the shower. In my opinion, a hot shower is the best place to formulate a plan. Wash away the cobwebs and the failed plans and develop something new.
I know he likes me, that is for sure. I know that he is attracted to me. But I don’t want to sleep with him to get out of the cabin. I don’t want to lose my virginity to him, but on the flip side, I’m going to have to do whatever it takes to prove I can handle this situation.
If I am to seduce him properly, I doubt it could be in my regular clothes. A tracksuit and a T-shirt aren’t alluring enough.
Maybe I can get him close enough to kick him in the balls, hit him on the head with something, and take off. It would have to be during the day, though.
I’ve proved that I’m useless in a forest at night. I swear, when I’m back in Vegas, I’m going on a survival camp or something to teach me how to take care of myself so if anyone ever takes me again, I can run away and survive on my own. I won’t be helpless like a damsel in distress.
I finish showering but don’t want to go out yet. Whatever that weird knocking was, I doubt it was anything for me. I sit on the toilet and rub my hair with the towel, absorbing as much moisture as possible. I then brush my teeth to get rid of his taste.
It must be pretty late cause it’s been some time since dinner. I wouldn’t mind getting some sleep.
I dress in the clothes that are too big for me. I’m going to need to tie something around the pants to hold them up. I remember there being some rope in the kitchen that could do the trick if it’s long enough.
Once I’m done, I walk out of the bathroom. “Thanks, that was magical.”
