“Come back here!” Mitch called at one point, which made me realize exactly how close he really was.
I screamed and propelled myself forward. Now, I was even more desperate to find someone. I didn’t dare look back, but it seemed that with every step I took, Mitch’s long stride covered double the distance.
Again, the dog barked, and I used the sound as motivation, hoping that I would find someone who would help me.
After all, if it wasn’t a dog, I didn’t have anything to lose anyway and would much rather take my chances with a wolf or coyote then with my psycho tour guide.
However, just as I was thinking that, I felt a hand swat through my hair, barely missing it.
I screamed and tried to dart away from him but ended up feeling myself be shoved forward. I tried to use the momentum to my advantage but no sooner did I realize what had happed, I felt my foot catch on the underbrush below. I tried to catch myself but fell forward in a slow, painful moment that I couldn’t escape. As leaves and rocks bombarded me, I heard a crack in my ankle. Yet, I didn’t even have time to feel the pain before my
head slammed against a large rock.
While I didn’t pass out, I immediately felt swelling in my sinuses and an ache in my head that was disorienting.
Momentarily, the intensity of my fall caused me to forget everything else but being on the ground and worrying about having broken something.
Although, the moment of twilight was short lived, being replaced by intense panic, when I felt hands grab my shoulder and throw me onto my back.
When I realized what was still happening around me, Mitch was straddling me and holding a syringe in his hand.
When I realized this, I freaked out, trying to kick and punch him, all to no avail. I tried to sit up, but he grabbed my hair and slammed my head back onto the ground.
I felt dazed again, but fought through it, now far too fearful of what he was planning to do to me to care about my injuries.
With the coursing horror flooding through me, a million thoughts ran through my mind at once; but the only truly cognizant thoughts were the ones that told me that he was planning to kill me and if he killed me, my injuries wouldn’t matter, so they were secondary.
Right now, I had to save my life.
As he released my hair, I screamed and blocked my face, but he threw my arms out of his way, with one hand and shoved my head to the side.
“No…Please…” I begged, feeling hot tears welling up in my eyes when I realized I couldn’t break myself free of his grasp. “Let me go…Please let me go.”
The guide chuckled as he brought the syringe out again and yanked the cap off with his teeth.
I gave one last flail, which he dodged effectively, before injecting the syringe into my neck.
I screamed and fought, yet my movements and my attempts to yell were soon rendered completely useless. The tranquilizer that he used to subdue me didn’t completely knock me out but it’s fast-acting nature paralyzed my whole body.
Becoming complacent and unable to move, all I could do was cry and with what little voice I had left, beg him to let me go.
“You should have just let me have you,” he insisted as his beady eyes pierced into mine. “But that’s okay, I like it rough…” He cackled, pausing to glare directly at me. His expression was sickeningly amused and disturbing.
Sweat poured down his pale face and his black hair stuck to his forehead, from running. His smile was wide and deranged, with the missing teeth only addition to the cartoonish sneer.
“Please…” I called, feeling myself now drift in and out of consciousness. “I don’t want to die…”
The man snorted with genuine humor if he hissed, “Well, if you had been a good girl and allowed me to do what I wanted, maybe that wouldn’t be necessary.”
“Oh God! Please…Please don’t…Please, leave me alone…I won’t tell anyone…” I screamed, even though my voice was hoarse, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to put thoughts, much less words together.
However, instead of reacting to my bequest, he simply continued to straddle me, thrusting himself against me with intent, wearing the creepy, oversized smile.
Then, when he realized his plan was succeeding, instead of taking any pity on me, he simply glared deep into my eyes, slid back, and reached to unzip his pants.
Chapter 2: Johnathan
Goddammit, Jake! Shut the fuck up! I thought, glaring at the dog, barking his gigantic head off and scratching at the door.