okay but iβm thinking so much about being hunted. one night at a bar, im especially drunk, you canβt help but notice. my friends arenβt paying attention, and i just take shot after shot. maybe iβm just trying to have fun, maybe iβm sad and need an escape, you donβt care. what you do care about is how my body looks in that dress.
once all my friends are throughly distracted by something away from me, you swoop in. iβm so drunk that i hardly notice, so of course i donβt mind you being there. truthfully all youβd have to do is touch my thigh, and whisper in my ear.. iβd be melting in your hands immediately. when youβre walking me out to your car, all i can think about is how good this sex must be, so lost in thought i donβt recognize when you take the gun out and pistol whip me. you tie me with duct tape, making sure to use enough that i wouldnβt be able to break it or somehow get it off, then throw me in your trunk with seemingly no care.
iβm so sleepy when i wake up, feeling like i can hardly open my eyes, but i am immediately alert when i realize my surroundings. iβm stuck, tied, and canβt make a sound because of the tape. i try as hard as i can to scream, to make some loud noise, do anything to get someoneβs attention. soon enough, though, you open the trunk with a ski mask on. i donβt remember hardly anything from last night.. let alone how you look. i start to writhe and make muffles pleas, but you pull me out by my hair and throw me onto the grass. on top of me you take your knife, cutting my restraints, and you put a finger to my lips.
βdonβt scream, there is no one around to hear you anyways. you have a 5 minute head start. you better go now, because iβve just started the timeβ
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