The Hunter and The Prey

Hunt

Chapter Fifteen

Hunt

They dumped her near the river a quarter mile from the entrance to the Amazon. She woke up alone, abandoned beside the shade of tree she didn't know the name. It was tall, slightly wasted, dark trunks and leafy. The sun was still up and it dazzled her eyes. At first she was disoriented and confuse where she was –that she concluded she was just in a dream and she was still sleeping peacefully in her room in Ireland. Then the event in Ireland came shocking her awake.

            The beat of her heart was chaotic as she waits for him to popped out and see his victorious smile for locating her at last. Maybe he brought his slick lasso again and starts whipping her without any hesitation just like the last time. She took a deep breath, savoring the final air she can get and everything will disappear soon, because death will surely come now... any time now...

            Seconds pass to minutes to hour still no sign of Chasen Fritzcole wearing his fierce face she still remembers. She remembered everything about him: his tall height –probably 6'3, his built body and tight hold that snaps her wrists. Where is he? It was beginning to confuse her. She was totally abandoned here in the place she didn't know.

            Where are the guys who took her? Who are they working for if it was not Chasen? And why did they put her here from the first place?

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Chasen was prepared to go and his bag pack for the journey is already waiting in the car after the burial. Three people away from him Deril was faking a mournful face and keeps glimpsing in Chasen's direction. The priest was reading his bible; the flag was laid on the casket; they lowered Demitri; gunfire of salute echoed all over the place. More sympathies were whispered to the orphan son and Chasen was hurrying to catch his flight to Brazil. It was already four in the afternoon and the burial finally comes to an end. Deril disentangled himself from the swarming crowds, excuses of going to get something in the car then he called Azir that their boy is on his way.

            He thought of the ways he will do to the Barry girl if he gets a grip of her. The snap of her fingers will be a welcome greeting and a hard knuckle on the stomach or in the mouth will be satisfying. Watched her bleeding and begging for his mercy. Then throw her against the trees or a large boulder. After her last breath, he will feed her disposable body to the Amazon's wild life, watch them eating every piece of her and no one will ever bother to look for her.

            It's been five years, but she keeps his bloodlust intact. The wait was worth it –Chasen will finally have his justice when she dies in his hand.

            The Frishads were all over her perimeter, hidden behind the trees, up the branches, camouflage beside it and lurking behind a boulder, good enough to hide them. They are all watching the live bait scourging the scenery looking for any sign of life in the area. All she could see were trees and river on her left. She walks nearer and keeps snapping her head from side to side anticipating an attack or any residence in the vicinity. A cave like boulder was her first shelter for the afternoon. It was near the stream, but she can't go any further; darkness will come soon and she needed to stay put for a while and assessed her situation.

            But the night brings danger from wild insects, animals and even the river. She doesn't have fire and she wasn't train to produce one without any lighter or any kinds of modern world's technology to make fire.

            Number one list in surviving was to produce fire to signal anyone for assistance and for comforts to warm the body, because the night will surely bring a sudden drop of temperature. Right now it was still warm and she was in her long sleeve, but she was in her shorts and sleeping shoes.