#imbleedinout

You found a secluded place to camp, dug your tent out of the back of your car and set it up. You didn’t make camp like proper because you already grabbed a bite and were beat, it was late and you just wanted to pass the fuck out and get back on the road and get to your destination to enjoy your time off properly. 

You set up, inflate your air mattress and lay down your pillow and your sleeping back, you wrap yourself up and fall asleep in mere minutes. You wake up to the low light spilling into your tent, you sit up, rub your eyes and force yourself to get moving. You tear down pretty quick for someone still so sleepy. Air mattress was barely deflated, rolling it up and slotting it into your trunk, tent bagged and shoved in alongside it before slamming it closed. 

You walk around and open the door, you slide into the driver's seat, you pull out your keys, stick them in, turn and-nothing.

Your brows furrowed in confusion and you turned again. You hunch forward, gripping the steering wheel with one hand, your other turning the keys to and fro, mumbling, “C’mon, c’mon baby! Come the fuck onnnn, give it to meee-” 

You repeated this process over and over, turn, turn, turn to no avail and it causes you to launch back in your seat, your hands slamming on the wheel with an exclamation of pure frustration. “Shit!” 

This wasn’t good. You were stuck in the middle of nowhere, car fucking busted and worst of all, totally fucking alone. 

This wasn’t just not good, it was bad, down right terrible. You heaved a sigh and got out of the car, you walked around and popped the hood, staring down at the engine, the distinct realisation washing over you that you don’t know the first thing to look for that could be wrong.

You hang your head with a groan before closing the hood and trying to figure out what the fuck to do. 

It is just then, as if by some miracle, you hear something coming from up the road. Loud music playing. Music means people, people hopefully means a car and help and a way out. You run, making your way up the hill and darting out to the edge of the road, arms waving wildly the second your eyes land on the pick-up truck. It slows to a stop, the window is rolled down and you come forward, a small wave, “Hey! So sorry about this, my car broke down and I need some help.”

The man, who you soon learned was named Lester, grinned and told you, “Shoot, I can help you, be my pleasure even.”

You smiled, relief hit so quickly, you thanked him profusely as he told you to hop in and he could take you to a nearby town to find what you needed. 

You found less relief the longer the drive went on, nerve settling in once more, your hands clasped in your lap, fingers laced together as the man driving you rambled on. You were alone with a strange man, in his truck, being taken to God-knows-where and the more you looked at him and listened to him the more you doubted this was a good idea. He had animal bones hanging from his rear view mirror, he smelled, there was blood under his nails and staining his clothing along with other dark smears of something thick and unsightly. Then there was the knife holstered on his hip, the one that as soon as you made mention of it he unsheathed and waved it around, talking about it in an excited tone before sticking it into the dash. 

Your shoulder tensed and your eyes went wide, your blood was running cold, you needed to get out, you had to, fuck this and fuck him, you’d find another way to get help. The car slowed and you took your shot, you threw open the door and made a jump for it, your sneakers hit concrete and you took off running. You heard him shout after you, “Hey! What are you doin’?! HEY!”

The car screeched to a stop and he flung open the drivers door and he was after you. He couldn’t let you get away, no he can't he risk it, if you went somewhere and gave a description of him or of the area and people came here and saw what they were doing-

It was unthinkable he’d be damned if he let you ruin all their hard work. 

You weren’t stupid. You might be panicking and scared but you were being shockingly careful. 

He wasn’t stupid either. He was good at hunting and tracking, this wouldn’t be the first time he did so to a human over an animal. He crept through the woods, listening intently, you were trying to quiet your breathing. Back to a tree, leaning and waiting, hands shaking from fear, you didn’t want to be found.

You didn’t hear him approach, your mind was too clouded, thoughts racing, you hear the twig snap and your eyes shoot open, palm to tree trunk you push off and attempt to make a break for it. 

You didn’t know just how close he was. “No you fuckin’ don’t-”

His hand closes on your wrist and he pulls and pulls hard, jerking you close as his foot kicks out, boot connects with your leg and you go down with a yelp of pain. Body hits the dirt and dry fallen leaves so hard the air is sucked out and he looks down at you only for a moment, his chest heaving from the run, before one leg swings over you. The back of his head swipes over his forehead and his thumb swipes over his nose before he sniffs and says, “Gotta admit, ha, you’re faster than I thought you’d be, little bunny.” 

He lowers himself down, his knees on either side of your hips, you struggle and his hands press on your shoulders, holding you down firmly into the dirt. “Ah, ain’t gettin’ away now.”

He leaned closer, breathing right in your ear, “Don’ like how you ran off, that kinda shit ain’t nice, after I was so fucking hospitible too, givin’ you that ride into town.”

You still tried to fight and his arm looped around your neck, holding you tightly, your hands gripped his forearm. “Is that any way to repay someone doin’ you a fucking favor?”

He gripped harder, shook you gently and asked, “C’mon, answer me!”

“No! Oh-okay I guess it wasn’t nice-” You choked out and he said, “Fucking right. Think I gotta teach you some damn manners. If my brothers met you like this it wouldn’t end well for ya. They don’t take kindly too people who ain’t polite and accommodating.”