Page 80 of The Darkest Hour

“The choice is yours, wildcat.”

“Stop calling me wildcat.”

“Would you prefer princess?”

“I would prefer to hold the knife.”

“Aww. Knives are too dangerous. I’ll take on this hazardous duty for you. I’m a gentleman after all.”

“You’re a sadistic pervert that apparently likes to watch women pee.”

He chuckled. “But then aren’t we all in some way sadistic perverts that like to watch women pee?”

“No, asshole. It’s just you.”

“Well. . .I do enjoy being unique.”

I walked passed the shelter.

“Let's go wildcat. The world is your toilet.” Chuckling, he nudged me towards the line of trees a short distance away from the shelter.

I stopped. “Seriously. Where are we going?”

He got closer to me and placed the knife back on my throat. “Keep walking.”

“Fine.” I frowned and entered the dense forest.

It was difficult to walk with him so close and with that knife at my throat, but somehow we did it.

Deep in the forest, sounds filled the air—the rustle of leaves from some unseen creature stirring in the bush, the distant call of an exotic bird, the soft murmur of running water somewhere further away.

Hope hit me. “There’s a stream or river ahead.”

“There is. I saw it from the trees.”

“We should follow it tomorrow to see where it leads and—”

“I will follow it tomorrow and you will be tied up in our new home, waiting for my cock.”

I let out an exasperated breath. “Yeah, you really are a one-track mind sort of guy. Aren’t you?”

“I love pussy and you just happen to have one that entices me—”

“One that you will never have.”

This loud, bold laugh left him.

We moved deeper into the woods.

Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy above us.

The air was thick with the scent of earth and rain, and further in here the only sounds became the rustling of leaves and our footsteps on the forest floor.

I glanced around, trying to get a sense of my surroundings, to memorize the layout of the land in case I found an opportunity to escape. “Where are we going again?”

“You’ll see.”

The deeper we went into the woods, the more disoriented I became.