Predator

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Poachers would hide these traps along the paths elephants frequented, waiting for them to step into the trap. The terrified elephant would run, the cable cutting deeply into its flesh, sometimes severing half its foot. The poachers would then follow the blood trail to find their prey easily.

Amelia quickly turned her head towards Mike.

He was still smacking his lips, hesitating whether to drink more milk with his soft, wet trunk.

"Is he bait?" she asked, knowing how protective elephant herds are. Was Mike being used to lure other elephants into a trap?

Her voice caught in her throat, like a bitter pill stuck there, while outside, the factory clouds hung low, thunder rumbling, the scent of dried grass and soil rising.

She desperately needed a sip of water to swallow the obstruction in her throat.

Liam forced Amelia to turn her face towards him. He said nothing, half-bending to pick up a piece of fabric for her to smell.

"Does it stink?"

"We're going to take a bath."

"Liam." The girl stood her ground. "Is it what I think?"

"Amelia, what do you think this place is?"

"This is the black market, a hundred times dirtier than the organization you used to be with. I took him out because I was afraid he would die and not fetch a good price."

His eyes were indifferent, cold as a block of ice: "I keep you around because I want to fuck you."

"That's all. What else did you think?"

Liam's patience ran out—

"Will you bathe yourself, or do I need to carry you?"

...

Amelia was slippery as a fish.

She grabbed Liam's short hair, her legs flailing uncontrollably.

"Stop licking..."

But the man devoured her more eagerly, his tongue mimicking a penis as it moved in and out of her small flower hole.

"This is what you should focus on—pleasing me."

He pried one of Amelia's legs apart, his thrusts deeply filling her.

He lost control, seizing the final ecstasy before death.

He spilled into her with overwhelming pleasure, while Amelia succumbed to a climax that nearly destroyed her, fainting from being fucked so hard.

She didn't hear the promise—

"Amelia, this is the last time."

Amelia was awakened by the thunder.

It was completely dark. The curtains were slightly lifted by the wind through a partly open window, lightning splitting the night like a snake, illuminating the dim room.

She couldn't remember how long the sex had lasted, only that half her body was numb.

Amelia tentatively pushed Liam, but he didn't budge.

She carefully placed a finger under his nose to check his breathing, repeating this several times, withdrawing just before he woke.

Finally, Liam, annoyed by the disturbance in his sleep, released her.

Rain could wash away traces and evidence of someone's existence.

She couldn't wait for three days.