Autumn's heart thumped against her ribcage, fear gripping her as she listened to Zyler's words. She knew that her survival depended on her ability to outsmart him, and she was determined to use every ounce of strength and skill she possessed to win this walk in the park with dinosaurs. Her mind raced as she assessed her options, searching for any weakness in Zyler's plan. She knew that one wrong move could be fatal, but she refused to give up without a fight.
"You make it to that castle," he jutted his chin toward the castle at the far end of the ravine, and Autumn's eyes followed it. How did she miss that big thing when she arrived there? "I will let you go," he rubbed his nose in her neck, grabbing her attention.
She could tell the castle had a foreboding presence, looming over the landscape like a sleeping giant. Its walls were made of ancient stone, stained with moss. The narrow windows looked like empty eye sockets, watching everything that passed by. The gates were rusted and creaked. Despite its apparent decay and neglect, it was as if it held secrets and dangers that were best undisturbed.
"And if I don't?" she asked, her eyes locked onto the castle, purposefully avoiding the man's kisses on her neck. He stopped kissing, lifting his eyes to meet hers. His laughter was cold and humorless, haunting her for the rest of her life.
Clutching her chin, he turned her face to his side, her lips puckered, dragging her lower lip between his teeth. He bit down harshly, making her eyes water. The bite was deep and painful. "I will make you my meal," he released her lower lip from his grasp. His eyes told her he was serious, earnest. Gone is the playful Zyler.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She had to be careful. This was her one chance at freedom. And then she took off, running as fast as she could through the dense woods. His amusing laughter didn't go past her. She heard it. He was telling her she wouldn't win. Was he right? Can he outrun him? Can she put an end to this? Her mind asked her to stop thinking and just run. She ran as far as her little feet took her.
Zyler watched her running body. Her hair flowed in the wind as she escaped. He was dying to wrap those soft fibers around his wrist and pound into her on her fours until she loses her consciousness until her pussy walls danced to his every dick move. He wanted her, her and her only, and this chase was thrilling, so thrilling his dick ached. His balls tightened. His eyes were heavy-lidded, filled with desires, so much so that his blue eyes dilated to the point that his sclera disappeared.
The trees around him seemed to quiver with anticipation as if eagerly awaiting her capture. The crunch of leaves underfoot sounded like the hunter's drumbeat, pushing Zyler forward with every step. He caught her whiff on every tree she passed, her clothes tattered and clutching the branches.
The forest floor was damp from recent rainfall, making her foot uncertain as she navigated it. She could feel Zyler's sinister laughter behind her as she ran. He was getting closer, too close for comfort. His relentless pursuit seemed to close in on her, and she could feel his presence like a spider crawling on the back of her neck. Was he that close, or was her mind playing tricks on her? She turned her head to look at him, and there he was, running alongside her, his eyes locked onto hers. He wasn't running at full speed, but his pace was relentless, like a cheetah closing in on its prey.
Autumn tried to increase her speed, but her lungs were burning, and she lacked the strength to outrun him. But her determination to escape was stronger than her physical limitations, and she pushed on, her heart beating an erratic rhythm like a frantic drummer, trying to keep up with her racing thoughts.
"Oh, come on, sweetheart, is that all you've got?" Zyler taunted as he chased after her. "I thought you were supposed to be the clever one." He mocked her, his voice low and mocking. She could feel her determination faltering, her energy draining with each step. But she refused to give up, to let him win. She dug deep, finding reserves of strength she didn't know she had.
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Burn Me Right
عاطفيةAutumn Wraith took a step a 20-year-old shouldn't take. She was naïve for her own ruin. One wrong move, or should we say one wrong article? She writes about him, not knowing her pen was the knife that was going to turn on her. Her life was anchored...