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“Head straight in first,” Sam interjected. “At least until you get out of sight of the bonfire. We don’t want to give any of these fuckers a hint of the direction you’re taking.”
“Good point.” Kimberly nodded and took that note to heart. She looked at the others lined up with her as frogs wreaked havoc in her belly. They were all dressed just as scantily as she was in skimpy fetish-wear. Hers was silver, sparkly booty shorts and a matching bustier. It was just her luck that tonight of all nights she was dressed in reflective clothing. Why hadn’t she gone with the black leather catsuit?
“I’m dressed up like a Jiffy Pop!” she cried in a harsh whisper. “Why silver tonight of all nights?”
Her men offered what comfort they could with surreptitious touches.
“C’mon, you lil subbies!” Grungy yelled, his excitement like roaches crawling on her skin. “Y’all got two minutes. Better hustle! Now git!” And he pulled a gun out of nowhere and shot it into the ground.
Kimberly screamed. She wasn’t the only one, but she didn’t take time to see which of the others had too. She just ran.
The light seemed to disappear immediately, but Kimberly kept going straight for a good thirty seconds after she couldn’t see or hear the men at the starting point. Samuel’s point about not giving the others a clue about which direction she was headed rang in her mind like a warning knell.
Roots reached for her ankles like grasping claws. Branches and sticker bushes raked at her exposed skin, and low-hanging limbs swung at her head like baseball bats and caught in her hair. Kimberly tripped over a fallen log, the thing scraping her shin as she went over, and her palms got scoured over the rocky ground.
Adrenalin, she thought as pain sang throughout her whole body, and she wanted to cry the way she had when she’d fallen off the swings as a kid. Where was the adrenalin that was supposed to numb everything and keep her going like Robocop? All she wanted to do was curl up in the dirt and wail.
“Stupid, dumb, ugly log,” she muttered and pulled herself up, sniffling. “I’m okay. I’m okay. I can do this,” Kimberly told herself, pushed back to her feet, and got moving again. She heard a crash off to her right.Therewas the adrenalin, her body now invigorated with fresh fear. She took off to the left like a scared rabbit.
Of course, she tripped again, but this time she did scramble back up and keep going. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, but everything was shadowy shapes and sinister, endless depths of black. Panic made breathing difficult, and Kimberly couldn’t remember if she’d made only left turns now or if she’d veered to the right. Surely, it'd been past the two-minute mark by now. She could hear more than just women in the woods around her. She thought she could hear screaming too. The sounds were terrifying.
Every time she thought she heard a movement, Kimberly shifted in the opposite direction, whether it be left or right or three-sixty now. She was terrified and completely turned around. Something large crashed behind her, and she scrambled to the left, stumbled over a half-buried boulder, and barely managed to keep from yelling.
Whoever it was kept coming. She took another sharp left, ducked under a branch, then crawled over a huge fallen log. Her feet had just touched ground on the other side of it when strange hands grabbed her by the waist.
“Gotcha.” With a scream, Kimberly kicked back, felt the crunch of connection with his leg, and heard his curse. “Fight all you want, bitch, but you ‘n’ me’s gonna dance.” His larger body pressed hard against hers and ground her bare belly into the rough bark and moss.
“No!” she shouted. “No! Stop! Red! Red, you asshole. Red!” Kimberly was almost blind with fear, afraid she was going to throw up any second now.
The evil bastard only laughed. “Safe words don’t work out here, subbie.” He fisted his hand in her hair and yanked her head back hard. “Did we forget to tell you that before we set you loose? Whoopsie. Our bad.” He tightened his grip on her hair and shook her like an asshole would with a dog by the scruff, then he pressed her face into the log, and she felt him yanking at his belt.
Sheer terror blinded Kimberly and infuriated her simultaneously. She screamed, this time in rage. She couldn’t kick—he was plastered to her body—so she stomped.Thank God for platforms, she thought now as he yelped and started hopping. She kept stomping. He laid his weight on top of her, lifted his feet from the ground, and took her target away, along with all her breath. He knew it too, the bastard. She started wheezing, slapping at the tree and back at his shoulders, desperate to get him off.
“You gonna behave, little bitch?” he asked with spiteful glee. “You’re not gonna win this. May as well enjoy it.”
With a roar of rage, someone barreled into her attacker from the side.
“Get off her!” It was Sam. He’d shoved the other man to the ground and stood over him with fists clenched. She couldn’t see the expression on his face, because he stood between her and the danger, but fury radiated off him in a menacing wave. Kimberly was weak with relief.
Quick as a snake, the other man kicked out and brought Sam down, then rolled on top of him with fists flying. He was met in kind. They were two snarling beasts as they grappled in the darkness. The thud and thunk of fists meeting flesh followed by the grunts of well-placed blows made her want to wade in and help. Some of those grunts were Sam’s. Only, it was like a dog fight. The two were nothing but a blur of fists and grappling bodies, and she couldn’t see an opening to help.
At last, they were still. In reality, the fight couldn’t have been more than a minute, but it’d felt like an eternity to Kimberly. She knew it was Sam who’d won by the silhouette as he stood breathing heavily over the man he’d just beaten unconscious, and she started to cry.
“It’s okay,” Sam said, still winded, but he headed her way and wrapped his arms around her. “I got to you in time. You’re safe now.”
Grungy stepped into the clearing behind the log.
“Well now,” he said sneeringly, “that there she’s not. Not quite yet. See, she ain’t safe outta the game ‘til she been fucked. And you two ain’t fuckin’ yet, so looks to me like she’s still up fer grabs. And I’d like to grab me some o’ that.”
Sam eyed the other man like the filth he was, spat a glob of blood to the ground between them, then whipped his ruined shirt off.
“Fine.” With an angry shake of his head, he tossed his bangs back from his eyes. “Let’s get this over with.”
Grungy only smiled and pulled out his gun. “You think I’m as stupid as that dipshit?”
Sam didn’t looked the least bit surprised by the gun. He looked derisive. “You shoot people in your fun and games here?” he asked, and Grungy bristled at the clear disdain in Sam’s tone.
“Don’ know,” he said defensively. “Ain’t nobody been dumb enough to test me and see if I would yet. You gonna be the first? Or you just gonna keep things civil-like and walk away? Live to fuck another day?”
