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reached out a leg to trip me, and I tumbled to the ground. The others howled with laughter at the sight of me sprawled on the ground, muddy and helpless. I struggled to right myself, but one planted a massive foot on my backside and shoved me to the ground again. I got the hint and stayed down.
Within moments, my feet were bound together, just like my wrists, and the leather cut into my skin painfully. The cavemen settled in at the small clearing, plucking leaves off of nearby plants and chewing and laughing, and generally being boisterous. They were thrilled they had me again, I noted with disgust, because Bgha was the loudest one of all.
One of the cavemen wandered into the woods with his spear, presumably to find dinner, and I huddled near the background, trying to stay out of eye contact as the others relaxed, pissed in the bushes, and continued their garbled, jubilant conversation.
At one point, Bgha must have grown tired of bragging to the others about me, because he turned and looked over at me with beady eyes, and my skin prickled in fear. He approached me, a speculative gleam in his eye, and slid a hand over my bare, muddy leg.
I shifted away from his touch, clamping my knees tightly together. I knew where this was heading. “Go away,” I bit out, trying to sound as brave as possible. “Fuck off.”
He grinned down at me, yellow teeth crowning that nasty mess of beard, and jerked my knees apart. I clamped them back together again, only to have him dig his fingers harder into the flesh of my thighs and force my legs apart again. The other cavemen watched nearby, silent except for the occasional guttural jeer.
I tried to fling him off by jerking my body hard to the side. “Don’t touch me,” I said, my voice raising to a frightened shriek when he did just that, his dirty, squat fingers exploring my belly and fingering my swimsuit with interest. His hairy body shifted against my leg, and I felt his erection pressed into my flesh.
I shuddered with revulsion. “Salvador’s going to totally beat the shit out of you,” I said, biting back a sob of fear. “You wait and see.”
“ Ongomeh! ” Called one of the voices, and all of the cavemen turned. One of the others was there – the one hunter, holding a nest full of oversized eggs. He raised one triumphantly over his head. “ Melaar ongomeh !”
That got their interest right away. The cavemen gathered around the hunter, talking excitedly, fighting over the eggs. Bgha gave me one last cross look and slapped my leg, heading over with the others to claim his share.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Tossed over for raw eggs. I could live with that.
I wormed into the shadows, trying to disappear as they broke open the eggs and sucked the contents down with noisy slurps. Maybe they’d all get food poisoning and die, I thought cheerfully. I huddled in the shadows, working my wrists and trying to kick my feet to loosen the too-tight leather.
A hand clamped over my mouth.
“Diana,” Salvador breathed against my neck.
Joy rushed through me, so thick and hot that I wanted to turn and kiss the man. Excited relief bubbled in my throat, and I bit my lip hard to keep from crying out. Instead, I raised my tied hands to show him the straps holding me captive. Nearby, the cavemen fought over the last three eggs, arguing loudly with each other.
Warm, familiar hands slid under my body and lifted me – without a sound – off the ground and we melted into the shadows. This time, I didn’t mind being tossed over Salvador’s shoulder as he raced through the jungle on quiet feet.
We weren’t more than twenty feet away when the outraged bellows hit my ears, echoing in the forest. Salvador didn’t break in stride, though, just continued his cross-country path through the depths of the forest, me jouncing on his shoulder. I relaxed against him, realizing that I was safe once more, and felt relief so overwhelming that I nearly cried.
Like it or not, I was not letting
Within moments, my feet were bound together, just like my wrists, and the leather cut into my skin painfully. The cavemen settled in at the small clearing, plucking leaves off of nearby plants and chewing and laughing, and generally being boisterous. They were thrilled they had me again, I noted with disgust, because Bgha was the loudest one of all.
One of the cavemen wandered into the woods with his spear, presumably to find dinner, and I huddled near the background, trying to stay out of eye contact as the others relaxed, pissed in the bushes, and continued their garbled, jubilant conversation.
At one point, Bgha must have grown tired of bragging to the others about me, because he turned and looked over at me with beady eyes, and my skin prickled in fear. He approached me, a speculative gleam in his eye, and slid a hand over my bare, muddy leg.
I shifted away from his touch, clamping my knees tightly together. I knew where this was heading. “Go away,” I bit out, trying to sound as brave as possible. “Fuck off.”
He grinned down at me, yellow teeth crowning that nasty mess of beard, and jerked my knees apart. I clamped them back together again, only to have him dig his fingers harder into the flesh of my thighs and force my legs apart again. The other cavemen watched nearby, silent except for the occasional guttural jeer.
I tried to fling him off by jerking my body hard to the side. “Don’t touch me,” I said, my voice raising to a frightened shriek when he did just that, his dirty, squat fingers exploring my belly and fingering my swimsuit with interest. His hairy body shifted against my leg, and I felt his erection pressed into my flesh.
I shuddered with revulsion. “Salvador’s going to totally beat the shit out of you,” I said, biting back a sob of fear. “You wait and see.”
“ Ongomeh! ” Called one of the voices, and all of the cavemen turned. One of the others was there – the one hunter, holding a nest full of oversized eggs. He raised one triumphantly over his head. “ Melaar ongomeh !”
That got their interest right away. The cavemen gathered around the hunter, talking excitedly, fighting over the eggs. Bgha gave me one last cross look and slapped my leg, heading over with the others to claim his share.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Tossed over for raw eggs. I could live with that.
I wormed into the shadows, trying to disappear as they broke open the eggs and sucked the contents down with noisy slurps. Maybe they’d all get food poisoning and die, I thought cheerfully. I huddled in the shadows, working my wrists and trying to kick my feet to loosen the too-tight leather.
A hand clamped over my mouth.
“Diana,” Salvador breathed against my neck.
Joy rushed through me, so thick and hot that I wanted to turn and kiss the man. Excited relief bubbled in my throat, and I bit my lip hard to keep from crying out. Instead, I raised my tied hands to show him the straps holding me captive. Nearby, the cavemen fought over the last three eggs, arguing loudly with each other.
Warm, familiar hands slid under my body and lifted me – without a sound – off the ground and we melted into the shadows. This time, I didn’t mind being tossed over Salvador’s shoulder as he raced through the jungle on quiet feet.
We weren’t more than twenty feet away when the outraged bellows hit my ears, echoing in the forest. Salvador didn’t break in stride, though, just continued his cross-country path through the depths of the forest, me jouncing on his shoulder. I relaxed against him, realizing that I was safe once more, and felt relief so overwhelming that I nearly cried.
Like it or not, I was not letting
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