Page 127 of Her Sloth

Gun pointing at me.

“Such easy prey,” she says, growling darkly.

I bite my lips so I don’t giggle as she causes me to fold right in front of her, I turn around onto my belly and hide my face.

She bends down and grasps my ankle, pulling me through the forest.

I try to stop her and grasp onto whatever I find: soil, some leaves, roots.

The last root I grip holds enough to stop her.

“Let go,” she says. I shake my head.

Suddenly, she is so close, kneeling over me, her lips at my ear.

“Let go, or I’ll shoot it off.”

I don’t let go.

Instead, I rip my head back with full force to hit her head. A satisfying thud.

She grasps her nose and groans in pain.

My chance.

I get up and run.

I am not getting far because she actually tackles me down.

I land in the soil between leaves and fallen branches as I try to get her off me, but holy shit, she’s fucking strong and fast.

She pulls one of my arms onto my back, handcuffs closing around it, and then she grabs me by the hair and pulls me to the next nearby tree, one of the slimmer ones.

“Sit,” she says, throwing me against it. She pulls my arms around it, grasps my other and fixes my wrist above my head

I am hereby fixed to a tree, impossible to run, and I wouldn’t be anywhere but here. We’re both panting, she more than I am, causing her to rip off the mask.

She pulls off my shoes and pants, pushes up my hoodie.

Whack.

She hits me full in the face, so hard it falls to the side.

I gasp out because damn, that was one hell of a punch.

I spit onto her feet when I come back up.

A malicious smirk appears on her face.

“I hoped you’d do that,” she says, dropping down to her knees as she sits over my legs with her hand wandering around my throat as she chokes me. Her face is so close to mine.

“Open your mouth,” she says so dangerously that I am actually scared while she stares me down.

I, of course, don’t do what she says, while I am turned on beyond everything I have ever felt.

Her fingers close harder around my throat, with her nails digging into my skin. And then there is a gun pressing into my temple.

“Open you filthy mouth, pet,” she says warningly, and I do it.