Page 113 of Savage Keepsakes

I swallow nervously. Most guys spring for a few grand on a ring, not one from their own flesh. I’ve been working on it for almost a year and knew it wasthe only symbol I needed to show her how much I love her.

“I love it. One of a kind indeed,” she says and giggles.

I kiss her again. She lowers her other hand to my pants.

“Now, show me who I belong to.”

Twenty-Nine

Lucy

A Month Later

As I continue to slip over the wet forest floor, darkness engulfs my surroundings. My shoe choice was stupid.

I catch my breath and seek solace by a trio of trees, the rough bark against my palms.

The wind sweeps through the forest, making the leaves dance and the twigs crackle, reminding me I have to keep going.

“Lucy.”

Billy’s voice rings in a sing-song way. He’s further away than I thought, and I stretch my back, the bark on the trees snagging my skin.

The tennis skirt with straps wasn’t the biggest mistake—the crop top that strains across my tits leaves my flesh open for the elements.

I tread on the forest floor, muttering curses when my foot slides on yet another damp rock.

The thunder crashes, creating a symphony that reverberates through our small, enclosed space. The night sky peeks through the tree branches as the crisp breeze cuts across my nipples.

I carefully navigate around a different group of trees, stumbling over the gnarled roots that carpet the forest floor.

I turn to glance behind me, but all I can hear is the sound of my own footsteps echoing in the silence.

After running for a bit, I finally reach a flatter patch of ground. Then a familiar set of trees comes into view, accompanied by the unmistakable smell of dying grass and decay.

Fuck.

Billy’s boots hit the ground with a resounding thud, and the sound of snapping branches fills the air. I sink down into a squat, my knees brushing against the earth.

The scent of tobacco permeates the surroundings, leaving me with a sinking feeling I have been caught.

A heavy silence lingers, filling the space. He’s waiting for me to make my move, like a predator stalking its prey.

The earthiness of the crisp autumn leaves fills my nostrils once more. I think he has already passed by me, prompting me to stand and find another hiding spot.

I sense his presence lingering before I feel him.

“Darlin’,” he whispers.

The blade of his knife skates across my body, leaving a chilling sensation. It traces a teasing line from my tits until the cold steel is held against my face.

He forcefully pushes me against the trees, and I can feel the rough bark scraping against my chest. The warmth of his torso against my back makes me shiver, as if tiny electric currents are running through me.

Aggressively, his other hand forcefully slides between my thighs. I’m dripping from the fear and the need to be fucked against anything with his big cock.

My body trembles as his fingers explore the depths of my desire, his touch hitting my G-spot, causing my knees to buckle. My hands grip the rough bark of the trees ahead.

I feel the cold steel of his blade against the underside of my chin. My chest tightens and I cling onto the precious breath inside me, afraid to let it go. Gasping for air becomes an all-consuming task as panic courses through my veins.

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