Page 24 of Forbidden Harvest

He swings open the door, and a gust of cool night air rushes in. The scent of corn and damp earth fills my nostrils. Through the open doorway, I see the endless swaying stalks bathed in moonlight, casting eerie shadows on the ground.

The stage is set, and adrenaline floods my veins.

“How much of a head start do I get?” I ask, my voice trembling.

“A full minute,” he replies. “Sixty seconds to run as far as you can.”

Determination sets in, and I nod. “Let’s do this.”

“Run,” he commands, and without hesitation, I bolt out the door.

As I dash into the cornfield, my bare feet sink into the soft earth. The cornstalks slap against my face and arms, marking my skin as I plunge deeper into the field. Behind me, I hear his voice, steady and menacing, counting down from sixty.

“Forty-five... forty-four... forty-three...”

I push harder, ignoring the sting of leaves against my skin. My lungs burn as I gulp in the night air, desperately trying to put as much distance between us as possible.

The corn seems endless, closing in around me with each step. I veer to the left, hoping to throw him off my trail.

“Thirty-two... thirty-one... thirty...”

Panic rises in my throat. I need to move faster. The main road feels impossibly far away.

“Twenty... nineteen... eighteen...”

I stumble, my foot catching on an unseen obstacle, but I quickly right myself and continue running.

“Ten... nine... eight...”

With every fiber of my being, I push myself faster, determined to outrun him. Freedom is so close, and yet it feels so far away.

“Three... two... one...”

His final words echo through the field. I know he’s coming for me, and I drive my feet forward, praying I’ve created enough distance between us.

My heart pounds in my ears as I weave through the endless rows of corn. Suddenly, my foot tangles in a root, and I fall to the ground. The scent of dirt fills my nostrils as I scramble to my feet, determined not to lose.

“I’m coming for you, princess!” his voice echoes, sending shivers down my spine.

Driven by fear, I change direction, hoping to throw him off my trail again. My lungs burn with the effort, but I can’t stop. Freedom is within reach.

I trip and fall again, scraping my knee on a sharp rock hidden in the soil. Pain shoots up my leg, but I grit my teeth and push forward. I won’t let him capture me.

Then, I spot the main road through a gap in the cornstalks. My heart leaps. I’m so close. Just another thirty yards, and I’ll be free.

With a final burst of energy, I surge forward, reaching for freedom.

But in an instant, strong arms wrap around my waist, yanking me backward. I cry out as he pulls me against his solid chest.

“Not so fast,” he growls in my ear. “I’ve won this game.”

Frantic, I struggle and fight to break free. But my captor’s grip is unyielding, and I’m no match for him.

“Let me go!” I scream, twisting and turning, desperation fueling my efforts.

“We had a deal,” he reminds me. “If you didn’t make it out, you’d choke on my cock and submit. That’s what will happen now.”

My heart hammers in my chest as he forces me to my knees. I want to escape, to run away and never look back. Yet, a secret, shameful part of me longs to stay, to surrender completely.

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