Page 3 of Red Captive

Crap!

I dangle over his shoulder, my head feeling like it might explode after a while. We walk for ages. It has to be miles and miles over what feels like some rough terrain.

They don’t stop. Not even once. They don’t check on me either. My bladder starts to protest, but I work hard at ignoring it. Thankfully, I decided on sleeping shorts and a T-shirt, or my ass would be hanging out. I’m grateful for the small wins.

We pass through sections where the canopy isn’t as dense. I catch glimpses of the men who have me. It isn’t enough to tell much of anything. Based on their silhouettes, they’re big. I don’t think they’re human. Humans aren’t this big, and they couldn’t keep up this grueling pace.

I’m shocked when we eventually stop.

I hear what sounds like something being opened. A door, maybe. I want them to put me down and untie me, but at the same time, I’m also worried about what will happen when they do.

“Let’s get off this island,” one whispers. He sounds like he’s up ahead. “It’ll be dawn in an hour,” he continues. “We’ve made good time.”

“An hour is a long time,” the one carrying me rumbles. He reaches up and clasps a hand over my ass. “I say we play with the female. We can each take a turn. No one ever has to know.” He squeezes my left butt cheek hard enough to hurt.

I groan and wriggle, trying to get away from him, even though it’s an impossible endeavor.

Please, no!

Please!

“No one touches her,” the same one in front says in a no-nonsense voice.

“Why? She’s right here. A female. She smells good. I want her.”

“I agree with Rocky,” another one says in a whiny voice. Rocky must be the guy carrying me. “We can make it quick. We won’t hurt her.”

“You heard my brother…it’s a no,” the guy closest to us says in a deep voice.

“Why?” the one carrying me says. “We will still hand her in. She’ll be fine.”

“We were told not to harm so much as a hair on her body,” the one in front says.

“Listen to Igor. We’re all getting paid handsomely for this female. We need to follow orders, or we’ll end up banished to the jungle,” the one behind us says; it’s Igor’s brother.

“They will never know. The female won’t say anything, or I’ll cut her tongue out.” He squeezes my ass again, harder this time. I think I might have a hand-shaped bruise on my butt. I yell into my gag, but it’s muffled.

Then I squirm, trying to get away from his groping hand.

“See, she wants it,” the moron right at the back says. “I’m hard. Rocky is right…she smells good.”

“Shut up!” the guy in front – Igor – snaps. “No one touches the female. She is worth a lot of money. She is untouched, a virgin. It needs to stay that way. I don’t want to hear anything more on the subject. Now, let’s go!”

A virgin? What nonsense is this? I’mnota virgin. I think they might have kidnapped the wrong woman. What will happen to me when they find that out? Will I be tossed out? Given to these guys as a plaything?

I hope not. I whimper into my gag, trying hard not to cry.

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Jen

The sun is kissing the horizon when we make it out of the tunnel.

The men are all huge, naked, and covered with tattoos. The markings are elaborate, with red in them.

Red!

They’re Reds, and I think that this is Mistveil Island. It has to be. There are four of them. Two with dark hair. The one carrying me is blond, and the other guy is a ginger. He keeps leering at me.

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