When Hunter Becomes Prey

Wait

Holy fuck, my head hurts like hell!

I open my eyes and look around. Okay, this is not my deer stand. Instead I'm in a lavish room fit for the rich.

"Oh, you're finally awake! I was worried about you little female." A voice steps forward from the doorway.

I look the man up and down. He's dressed in a fancy purple shirt and black fur pants. Looking closer, I see that he has ears like a fox and a fox tail. What the fuck? I must be high on morphine.

"Fox got your tongue?" He teases when he gets to the foot of the bed I'm in. "Who are you?" Probably some doctor with a long name.

"Pleq. Don't you remember me little female? You and I are courting." Wait, wait, wait a second. This guy looks like he's twenty something, I'm fifteen! I have to play this right though, hopefully the morphine doesn't totally cloud my judgement.

"I don't know you." I tell him honestly. "This isn't good. The healer said you might forget things, but I didn't think that you could forget me." He runs a hand through his long blue? hair in frustration. This is some hella fine morphine.

"Where am I? Who am I?" His eyes widen and his hand drops. "This is worse than I thought. Not remembering me is one thing, but not remembering who you are is another." Yeah, I get that. But I actually know who I am, I just need to learn more about this morphine fantasy so I can fantasize about it later.

"Little female you are in the Fox Castle and your name is..."

Ah what do I name her?

What the hell was that voice?! And why is Pleq frozen? Wait, I can't move either! What the fuck?!

How do I rename my cousin?

Wait a second, that sounds like Sandy! This can't be! How did she get into my morphine haze? And why does she get to name me?

Since she killed herself, I'm kinda mad at her. I'm going to name her something she'd hate. Briar. Yes, she'd hate that.

Briar.

Sandy no! Don't name me Briar! Wait another second, she said I killed myself. That means this isn't a morphine haze. This shits real!

"...Briar." Okay, my heart is pounding and I don't feel good. I'm dead and in some unknown place that Sandy dictates.

"Are you okay little female? I know this must be overwhelming right now." He reaches his arms out to give me a hug and I automatically move back.

"Don't touch me." He looks hurt but does as I ask. All of a sudden my stomach growls and his hurt face changes to one of knowing.

"I'll go get your favorite meal!" He beams before dashing off. Now that he's gone I have time to think.

Wherever I am, the men have animal ears and tails. It's also completely acceptable for a twenty year old man to be courting a fifteen year old girl. What world is this?

I don't get more time to think because Pleq comes back with a heaping bowl of SALAD! Sandy really must be mad at me if she's making me eat salad.

He puts the bowl on my lap and looks at me expectantly. He can't honestly think I'm going to eat this?

"Did I do something wrong? Is it not to your liking?" Let's see just how far I can lean out of Sandy's control.

"I don't want it. I want meat." His eyes go wide with fear. "Little female, you're a deer. Deer only eat plants." He tries reasoning with me. Of course Sandy made me a deer!

"I don't care. Take this back and bring me back meat." I honestly feel bad about being so demanding with him. It's not his fault my cousin wrote me into whatever fiction this is.

"What kind of meat?" You know what? I really want to fuck around and find out. "Venison." He visibly shudders and then takes the bowl from my lap.

He returns with a bowl of venison and just stands at the end of the bed. He obviously does not want to give this to me.

I reach out and take it from his hands. I sit back and grab a chunk. Looking at it, it's absolutely dripping with fat. Yuck! But I'm not sending this back, I've already demanded enough of Pleq.

I put it in my mouth and start to chew, doing my best not to spit it back out. It has absolutely no seasoning and is so fatty!

I eventually eat all of it and give him back the bowl with a smile on my face. He just looks at me horrified and shakes his head.

"She really has lost it since her accident." He mumbles to himself. Yeah man, you are not wrong!

One minute I'm happily fantasizing while deer hunting, the next I wake up with a killer headache in some unknown world just to find out I'm actually dead and my cousin is writing me into her fiction story!