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“When you hear the gunshot, just as it was when you first arrived here, run, Girl. Run from us. Do what you can to not let us find you. Because when we do…well.” He ends on a small, wicked chuckle. He doesn’t need to finish the sentence.
He releases me so suddenly, I nearly fall. Then Master Erek is at my side, steadying me as he whispers, “We won’t be the only ones hunting today, darling. See that you remain ours.”
My heart trips in my chest.
No!
I don’t want to belong to anyone else. I belong to them already.
“Now crouch down so you can get a good start,” he says, pressing firmly on my shoulder.
I do as he says, every nerve on high alert, waiting for the gunshot.
It comes from some distance, and I have no idea who fired the shot, but it doesn’t matter. I head for a thick stand of trees as fast as I can, the earth rough beneath my bare feet.
The ground begins to slope, and I follow it, hoping it will lead me to water again. As I run I take a moment here and there to glance around wildly, but I see no one, either slave or Hunter.
I crash through some underbrush, but there isn’t much in these woods; the tree cover is so thick. I run past the brilliant green of ferns, over the hard earth, as fast as I can down the hill. When I begin to pant a little too hard, I pause, my hand on one of the enormous sequoias, catching my breath. I listen to the quiet surrounding me, wondering if I’ve gone a different direction from anyone else, or if, perhaps, my Masters and I are really the only ones in this hunt. Then I hear a shout.
“I see one!”
My heart stutters, my blood trembles in my veins, and I take off, running, running, my surroundings a blur. I hear a crash off to my right, and glancing that direction, I see someone else, a naked slave. But in a flash, they’re gone.
Not alone. Which means another Master or Mistress could capture me, and I would lose my two Masters, who have caught my heart already in the tangle of my own subservience.
And so we begin again.
Chapter Six
I run and run, as fast as I can, trying to stay alert, to not get caught. Trying to listen for my own Masters’ voices, so that I can run to them. But the further I go, the more often I hear the crash of a slave running through the forest, the excited yell of a Hunter as they spot a slave, the thudding shots of the paintball guns being fired.
I decide to veer off to the left and end up climbing over a small hill. On the other side is a creek, and I move toward it, sliding a bit on fallen leaves, until I splash quietly into the water.
It’s so cold, colder than I remember, if it’s even the same creek I waded into before. And I realize I have this silly idea that the creek is safe somehow. As if they have dogs following my scent that will lose it in the trickling water.
Stupid.
And yet…the water calms me. I pause and lean down to trail my fingertips through the gentle flow. It’s clean and clear, and it helps me to settle my mind a bit. I hold perfectly still, listening.
Everything is quiet now, and the quiet settles on me like a blanket. I find a fallen log at the edge of the creek and crouch down beside it, partially hidden by some ferns and a tangle of blackberry bushes. I take a few moments to really catch my breath before climbing up the other embankment to run again. I close my eyes, inhaling deeply.
And hear laughter.
A woman’s voice. “Ah, look at this! Such a pretty Girl. Get her for me, Pet.”
A Boy approaches me wearing a leather dog mask with pointed ears like a Doberman, a thick steel collar with evil metal spikes, and a leather chest harness. His cock is long and stiff—not the prettiest I’ve seen, but does it matter? I am here to be used. I exist to be used.
I freeze momentarily as he slips a lead rope around my neck, then he tugs on it to pull me along, leading me to his Mistress, a tall woman with long flowing hair the color of pale moonlight. She’s dressed in hunting gear, from her tight khaki trousers to her vest full of pockets, and she’s carrying a paintball gun.
A knife is strapped to her boot.
I’m shivering.
What happens to me now?
The dog-Boy brings me closer, and the Mistress reaches out to pat his head.
“What a good Boy you are, finding her. And to reward you, you shall have her.”
