Predator

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Not far away, a few baboons occasionally darted through the low bushes. She shyly covered her private parts with her hand and suddenly realized that her face and hands had been gently washed, and the unbearable smell of blood was gone.

"Splish-splash—"

The water, less than a meter away from her, rippled as a wet, black-haired man emerged.

He was bare-chested, his hand casually covering a scar on his abdomen. "You're awake?"

Liam slicked back his wet hair with one hand, glancing down at the girl who was hastily covering her breasts, clearly confused by the situation. He kindly reminded her, "I threw away your clothes."

"The smell of blood can attract hungry predators, like the Nile crocodile, the most common in Africa."

He glanced at the water's surface with a meaningful look, satisfied to see Amelia's frightened reaction before extending his hand to her. "Come here."

Behind her was the solid, reassuring ground, seemingly more reliable compared to Liam, who was still half-submerged in the water. As she placed one hand on the land behind her, wetting a palm-sized patch of red soil, she noticed Liam pressing a finger to his lips in a gesture for silence.

"You're making too much noise. Nile crocodiles don't just move in the water; even if you run onto land, they can reach speeds of around 30 kilometers per hour."

Liam's words were both frightening and deliberate as he moved closer to her. When he was only a step away from Amelia, he stopped and gathered her into his arms.

This close, skin-to-skin embrace significantly eased the strange feeling in his heart—a sensation more unsettling than when he first discovered Amelia trying to escape. The former was a consequence he had anticipated on the first day of capturing a canary in a cage. The latter was a deeper sense of powerlessness, a fear of bringing back a lifeless shell.

Amelia hadn't expected Liam to be so bold. She gasped in surprise, then instinctively covered her mouth and nose, reflexively reaching for the knife at her waist.

"I confiscated it," Liam said, holding her buttocks but not walking towards the shore, instead moving into deeper water. "The knife can be used against anyone, including me," Liam said as he stopped on the fifth step, standing in the surging water, his voice gentle yet firm as he nuzzled her ear and neck. "But you can't use it against yourself."

"I gave you the knife to show you that no one can bully you except me, including yourself."

His hot hand slid down her bare waist, slipping into the gap along her lower back, and in one smooth motion, he pulled down her clothes. "Understand?"

Amelia suddenly realized what he intended to do and struggled to slide down. "Aren't you afraid of being eaten?"

"Oh, right, you're not afraid of death... but what about being bitten so badly that you're paralyzed, with your upper body soaking in water while you watch a crocodile devour your lower body and leg bones? Are you afraid of that?"

He slowly inserted one finger.

"I'm not afraid. If they come, while they're eating me, you can run."

Two fingers.

"I was planning to put you down and have sex in the water, but the water here is too dirty. It could cause infections. Next time."

Three fingers.

In this lifted position, her vaginal opening was already stretched tight, and now with three fingers inserted, it felt like crying. He was intentionally tormenting her, breaking her spirit, making her understand who was the master and who was the submissive slave, showing what would happen if she stood up and resisted.

Just like they had raised their weapons, deciding the life and death of other beings with a superior attitude.

She would never beg him.

Liam reached down to pull his pants down to his hips, his erect member teasing her entrance.

"You hate me, don't you?"

Repeated forced possession, threats using Mike, and the sound of a gunshot followed by the collapse of a giant elephant.

"Then live until you have the strength to kill me."

Liam slightly thrust his hips, causing Amelia to cry with tears streaming down her face.

"I'll wait for that day."