Chapter 1 Lost Jungle

Running to death, running non-stop.

She is not an athlete, she is just a weak female, she is exhausted, but the more she is like this, the more she wants to run, run desperately, away from him and their claws.

It’s sprinting, it’s rushing to the end!

How long have you been running?She can't remember it, it's been an hour!

The heart contracted rapidly and expanded violently, and it was about to explode but not cracked.

The chest is hard to calm down, and simple breathing also requires a burst of pain from the airway.

She was too tired, her legs, which seemed to be filled with lead, slowly turned into a broken step, but she didn't stop after all, and she couldn't stop. She wanted to stay away from the wooden house as far as possible.

Exhausted and exhausted, each cell of her face, ears, and hands was trembling. The long-term running injected a sensation of pain and itchyness into her skin after being rubbed. Her stomach was churning and she wanted to vomit but couldn't. She continued to move forward with her legs trembling.

She didn't know where she was or where the road was. She just knew to walk forward and try to keep walking in a straight line so as not to go back there in circles.

She knew nothing about the terrain of this jungle. On such a dark night, with dense forests and no guidance from stars and moons, even if she knew the terrain well, she might not find a way out.

When the running heat and the paralysis of fear retreated, the cold air immediately attacked.

The shirt and short skirt, as thin as a cicada, cannot retain the heat of the body, and cannot separate the night cooler of October.

She continued to move forward with difficulty, and the rugged ground, jagged trees, and branches and leaves in the dark tripped her from time to time.

After stumbled and walked for a few more hours, she finally stopped, and her whole body was in pain, and every bone, muscle, and nerve was crying to rest. She hoped that the night could cover herself and stop them from tracing.

It was more of fear than fatigue, which tortured her to pieces and was covered in bruises.

She wanted to find a warm place, to rest for a while, to get rid of them completely.

The autumn leaves all over the ground were piled into a small hill, and there might be strange evil insects inside, but she didn't care about these and poured them straight into the leaves pile at least the evil insects would not rape her or gang rape her.

The cold tortured her for a long time, but she could not resist the fatigue, and soon she fell asleep.

Due to the previous escape and the uncomfortable "bed", I woke up the next day and felt sore waist and legs. The genius was so bright that the bird could not name it sang a mess around.

Standing up with difficulty, looking around, she suddenly shocked, and she couldn't tell where she was coming.

After walking around the "Leaf Bed", she hoped to find the traces she left last night, but the dense forest in late autumn was full of fallen leaves, branches and pine cones, and there was no trace at all, and she knew nothing about tracking.

Standing blankly, my mind was blank, I was in a daze, but there was a faint sound of water coming into my ears.

I tried hard to recall that I didn’t hear the sound of water last night. Is this saying that she came here last night with the sound of water?

Although she was not sure, she decided to walk towards the sound of water.

For the first time, she began to wonder if what happened was true.

The days with him were so real that they were useless.

But now, aimlessly wandering through the strange forest, Seattle's quiet life is so far away.

My tired legs and numb soles can no longer remember the feeling of walking on the flat bricks on campus.

Are the hands that are so cold that they are still the ones that are flying in front of the computer?

Are you still the skillful hands that would write quickly with the professor’s whim and sometimes messy blackboard writing?

Her small apartment is warm and friendly.

But is she still that girl?

The girl had no memories of her.

That girl is still innocent...

Thinking that she might be tracked, she forced her sore and hard muscles to continue to step forward.

Step by step, approaching the sound of water until a river appears in front of you.

The winter rain has not arrived, and the river water is still shallow, revealing the spacious and stone-filled riverbeds on both sides.

What should we do next?

After thinking hard for a long time, she decided to endure the coldness and walk into the river so that the person who followed her would not find any footprints.

If they are lucky, they will be discouraged and will turn back.

Even if they want to track it to the end, they are likely to find the wrong direction.

Not knowing where the nearest road or town is, she decided to walk downwards. That saves more energy than climbing up. It is the energy she lacks the most and needs most at this moment.

Slide down the steep river bank, step on the sand and stones on the edge of the river, take a breath, and resolutely step into the cold water.

I am happy to welcome guests. Through the seams on my boots, the river water quickly penetrates into my shoes, soaked my socks, wrapped them coldly on my feet, and then spread to my ankles.

She took a deep breath and walked downstream.

Walk, keep walking, he may follow along the way, but she vows to throw him away from both body and soul.

The coldness numbed my feet, and the blood circulation that was driven by continuous progress did not freeze.

Walking on the edge of the shallow riverbed, where the water flows more slowly but is enough to scatter the footprints on the sand and stones, so that no one can find any footprints and no one can see where she is going.

The riverbed was not flatter than the ground, and it had to cross the fallen trunks from time to time, and there were thick shrubs growing on the mud of the river bank, forcing her to move closer to the center of the turbulent river.

Then an accident or a disaster happened. When she carefully wanted to bypass the short tree blocking the road, the stone under her feet slipped.

Her numb feet failed to restore balance in time. She fell into the water with a splash of water. She wanted to stand up again, trying to catch the branches and leaves of the damn tree, but before she grabbed it, the water flow had already swept her away.

Fear blocked all senses. It was not that she didn't know how to swim, but the water flowed too fast, and she struggled to float her head onto the water.

She is still confident that she can find a foothold, stand firm, and stop the rapid decline.

But the water flow accelerated at this time, and her confidence was also dispersed.

The door of death has been opened for her and she began to believe that she would be drowned, drowned here.

The water flowed faster and faster, and she was desperate. She could only instinct to keep struggling, allowing her to seize every opportunity to float to the surface and swallow every precious mouthful of air.

Suddenly, her body sank, and she felt like she was flying, then she fell rapidly, and then the water was extinguished, and the water was pouring into her ears, mouth, and nostrils was all water.

She felt suffocated, she crawled around, as if she had reached the junction of water and air, and her lungs were inhaling something in despair. She hoped that it was air, not 'toxic water'.

Then, gasping, she took in the air in delight...

When the brain no longer lacks breath and consciousness recovers, she finds herself floating on the wide river.

There was a strong rustling sound, and above was the surging waterfall that poured her into it like throwing garbage.

Trembling in the cold, on the verge of exhaustion, she swam weakly to the shore.

Dragging her body, not knowing whether she rolled or crawled, she crossed the rugged shore, lazy to pay attention to the irritation of sharp stones on her skin.

Although she was weak, she did not dare to be exposed to this uncovered open space. Before she was exhausted, she used her last bit of strength to crawl into the bushes and collapsed into a long grass.

The afternoon sun warmed her cold body intentionally or unintentionally. She wanted to keep her will to stay awake and could not resist the weakness brought by hunger and fatigue. She fell into a drowsy dream.

It was another early morning when I woke up, sitting in the grass, trembling cold and hungry.

She tried to get rid of all discomfort, just like pulling back the quicksand that had flowed into the cave, she wanted to pull her mind away from annoying feelings and restore consciousness.

Continue to walk down the river, she keeps telling herself that she will find towns, food, phone calls, and assistance.

In order to drive away the pain caused by hunger and drive away the figure of the demon who had been entangled with her for three days and nights, she began to recall the plot in her favorite novel.

The sad love in "The Sun Rises As Always", two people who are clearly in love but are destined to never be able to walk together.

There is also "Jane Eyre", who grew up under the cruel rule of orphanages, and is employed by the dangerous, mysterious but charming Rochester.

Her talent, her courage...

Or the stubborn and arrogant man with wings in Nights at the circus, her long sword, the Siberian train crash, the dying elephant in the snow.

Yes, the protagonist is Fahuasi.

Defen also wanted to have those wings and that power that would allow her to fly home, but now she only felt weak and powerless.

When her stomach let out a sad and groaned, and hunger invaded the imagined pastoral, she wanted to find food.

There are no berries or plants that can fill the belly in the woods.

There were fish in the river, but her hunger was not yet that way to catch a fish from the water, and then she put it directly into her mouth to bite it.

She remembered Columbia, the pity insect that destroyed the soul and transformed the body by evil desires. The fish's body was still slapped, and its gloomy fangs had bitten to the white fish belly.

Eat raw meat and drink blood - will this be her next transformation?

She almost laughed, but the smile caused by the insanity was quickly repelled by hunger.

Is it possible to make a fire?

She might try it if it was dry July, but it was not now that the trees in October were too wet.

She had no choice but to let her imagine and let it continue to gallop: later today, at the latest tomorrow, she would find a town not far downstream, where there was a good small restaurant, the waitress was full of motherly care and pity for her, calling her a "sweetheart", and holding her a hot steak with sticky egg whites flowing on it, as well as onion rings, salad, apple juice and ice cream...

But before that town appeared, the night had already drooped and the scenery in front of me gradually became hazy.

When she couldn't see the way under her feet, she used the materials locally and made another leaf bed. After confirming that it was warmer than the 'bed' the night before, she lay down and fell into her dream within a moment...

I don’t know how long it took, and I was in a daze.

Some kind of sound came from her ears, and she suddenly woke up, her heart pounding, and she listened quietly.

At this time, the sound reappeared, the crackling sound of branches being touched, and the crackling sound of leaves being trampled.

It might be just an animal, and if it were a bear that was clumsy from the forest, she would have felt much more at ease.

What she feared the most was Connid.

She lay motionless, hoping that wasn't him.

I beg God to hide her even if that is him, the leaves will not let him discover it.

Please, please, please.She didn't know who she was asking for, she didn't believe in God, she never prayed - even in the most dangerous moments of her life.

The sound of footsteps on the gravel floor became clearer and clearer, and there was no possibility of hearing it wrong.

But is that the sound of human footsteps?

She still couldn't tell.

She tried hard to stay still. Even if she could not be absolutely still, she would still be very motionless, breathe slowly, and breathe carefully, so that no one or no animals could hear the sound of air entering and leaving her nostrils, so that the inhalation and exhalation of the air would not cause the ups and downs in her chest, and the leaves covering her body would not make rustling sounds.

The footsteps were closer, and a little further.

She was now sure that it was the sound of human footsteps.

Step by step, step by step, step by step, the next step is probably going to step on her.

She was afraid that if she really stepped on it, she would be discovered.

The heart pounded violently in the chest.

Every subtle breathing was accomplished by huge depression. She screamed out because she was afraid that she would not be able to withstand the torment of fear.

The steps stopped, silence - and then more silence.

Will all this be just her hallucination?

Fear is slowly eroding the heart bit by bit, drop by drop. She is waiting, waiting for him to leave or step on it, even if it is step on it, she can't wait any longer, and she will go crazy if she waits any longer.

Get up, Defen.

There was a loud bang in his head, his voice.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, it's impossible.

If I remained still, he would walk away.

He would think it was just a pile of leaves and he would walk away.

Come on, Defen, get up.

A hand suddenly penetrated into Ye Cong, grabbed her arm, pulled her up, and then let go.

She stood in the darkness tremblingly, adrenaline soaring with fear, soaring to the point where she could eat her up.

She had never been so desperate, and had never been in such a hurry, but she did not cry.

Defen.

His voice was as indifferent, gentle and tempting as ever, and a slightly pleasant mocking tone.

She knew that when his vocal cords trembled out of her name, she became his exclusive prisoner again.

He stepped closer, and she did not retreat.

Just like the lingering nightmare in childhood, when the terrifying monster approached, she found her ankle tied in concrete and unable to move.

He stretched out his hand, she did not retreat.

He gently held her face and attached his lips to her ear companion. She heard him say, "You have to know," he whispered, "How disappointed I am--you ran away before you fuck you."Bad girl, Defen, the warm breath gently brushed the fluff on the edge of the ear, causing a burst of sourness and heat, and escaped before I swam the honey pot.

He let go of his hand and took a step back.

The clouds cleared and the mist dissipated, and the bright light of the full moon shone on them.

He has a handsome and devilish face. He is an angel who falls into the world, claiming to have the dominance of the underworld and enjoys torture the ugly soul.

Defen, obedient, took off his shirt.

She was unable to run away, unable to reverse his commands, and her body was controlled by his mind as if she had been cast by a spell.

Maybe it was too tired, after all, I didn’t eat for a few days.

She numbly turned her shirt over her head and removed it, covering her chest naturally with her arms.

His powerful hands grabbed her slender wrist and forced her to lower her arms.

Don't hide yourself in front of me.

He stared at her naked breasts, and used cruel rather than carnal eyes to force her to experience her nakedness.

He pulled down the chain of his pants and took out his sex utensils.

He said softly as he stroked himself, taking off his short skirt.

She looked at him in front of her with a dull look, unable to think about what he had to do next. After pausing for several seconds, she pulled down the zipper of her skirt and let it slide under her feet without any effort.

The penis had become hard in his hands, he said:

Now, take off your underwear.

She obediently retreated her underwear to her ankle, took a step to get rid of the last ties between the underwear and the short skirt.

Come here and let me take a good look at you.

She took a half step forward.

He rubbed his erection while looking at her.

Her face was filled with fear and shame.

The moonlight covered the areola with a light blue, and the cold air made the nipple protrude and slightly raised.

The flat lower abdomen rises and falls forward with rapid breathing.

The naked lower body is not covered by pubic hair, the smooth front edge of the labia is vaguely visible, and the legs are tightly closed.

He slowly took off his shirt.

She didn't expect his naked body to look so strong and even have a full muscle feel. His tall figure always gives people the illusion of being a little thin when dressed.

Realizing his strength adds to her fear.

Are you wet?he asked.

wet?She pretended not to understand.

Yes, my love.Is your little flower hole wet?

She was tangled by indescribable shame and fear.

No.She whispered powerlessly.

Check it out for me.

What──What?

Put your finger into the little mouth below and tell me if you are wet.

His slightly magnetic voice always influenced her thoughts. As if it was originally intended, his right hand was slid towards her vagina from the side, but his legs were still tightly closed.

You can't insert it like this, right?You have to open your legs first, just open them a little.Come on, be obedient.

She spread her legs a little, and slowly stretched her fingers into her body, as if she had been hypnotized.

Come and show me.

She stretched out her right hand to him blankly, but to him, it seemed like she was hanging down.

His body leaned forward, grabbed her wrist with his left hand, pulled her hand in front of him, then stretched out his index finger with his right hand, gently slid his fingers over her, smiling and finding the wetness that stuck to it.

He spit out his tongue with a bad texture and gently adds his fingertips to his taste.

The hand that grabbed her wrist did not let go. He used his right hand to pull her fingers, letting them close together one by one, leaving the index finger that had entered her body, put it in his mouth, and slowly pulled it out, sucking the juice on it.

Um──The celestial immortal’s desire is revealed.I will find some time to taste it thoroughly - it's a little late.

He stared at her, playing with her fear, and not letting go of any small changes in expression.

Now, lean your back against the tree.

Connid, please.I don't want to do this.

He smiled unmoved and mockedly.

Please, Connid.

Hush my love, you always say this: you say one thing, but you think another.You and I are very clear, and you like to keep saying that it is not what you want, so that it will eventually become what you want.

No, Connid, please, you scare me.A warm teardrop passed through his pale cheeks, which made people droop.

Resting your back to the tree.The smile suddenly disappeared, and he looked impatient, and she became even more afraid.

She trembled and retreated until her back was against a thick and hard tree trunk.

He leaned forward slowly, his naked body returned to hers, and ruthlessly pressed her towards the tree trunk.

The skin on her back seemed to have been made of a tree body, and the front was pressed by his body, so she couldn't move.

He suddenly grabbed the back of her left knee, lifted his entire leg, and then squeezed his body between her wide legs. The naked female lower body was displayed fragilely in front of her angry penis, and the two heat sources squeezed and rubbed with her weak struggle.

The new panic taught her that she almost went into shock.

She couldn't feel his body moving.I only felt the thick and hot fire stick winding and snaking between the flesh slits, constantly rubbing.His lips were attached to her ear companion again.

I've been waiting for a long time.

The hard penis slid, the front end moved up and down, spreading the labia apart, and gently pressing the fleshy petals.Let her tremble between fear and excitement.

I've been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Slide, slide, slide, that root, that column, and head, rotate and grind against the granulation, and the nest is slid between her soft honey slit.

Her whole body trembled, and a little bit of it was penetrated from the top, and then it stretched out, stroking the tight entrance of the corridor.

The wait is about to end.

A burning pain came, and he broke in hard and completed the first wave of attack with a deep and fierce stab.

The crack door was lost and the pain was unbearable. She beat him hard and tried to push him away.

The lower body was already penetrated by hot iron, and he was forced to accept the penetration of his deep and violent insertion.

She cried and begged him to stop.

He really stopped.

The unbearable pain suddenly disappeared. A few seconds later, when he lifted his hips and swung them lightly, her body felt like a burning lamp was implanted, and it burst into endless warmth at the core of the body, at the point where he entered and exited.

His insertion and pulling saved her, healed the pain he had brought before, extinguishing her fear and hunger.

Let her change from the girl from a few days ago, let her experience the full happiness and happiness of being a woman.

He kept thrusting and piercing in her body.

The hands that had originally refused had been around his neck at some point.

His style was thoughtful and gentle, and his buttocks were rhythmically poking her hot lower body. She felt that her whole body and mind had melted for him, and the sharp heat wave rolled straight into the wet hole, abdomen, thighs, and the whole body.

His face moved a little and he stared at her.

The moonlight passes through the canopy of Changchun trees, sprinkling mottled and clear brilliance.

She also stared at him, her cold and handsome face constantly changing in her pupils, from a softer and a little feminine angel face to a cruel demon face.

The man in his body suddenly became hard and thicker, as hard as an iron rod, and penetrated her scorching duct fiercely.

He hit her deeply as if he was about to tear her apart.

She swallowed the pain and cried and begged him to stop.

But the more she cried and the more mournful she asked, the more cruel he went in and out, and forced herself to fill her up again and again.

The severe pain and panic made her scream, and he let out a roar of pleasure and shot a hot stream...

She was covered in sweat and woke up from her dream with a sob, her body still shaking.

Viciousness, violence and cruelty are the true face of Connell.

Everything he did to her and tried to do.

Even now, at her hungry and weakest moment, he did not forget to turn into a ghost and sneak into her dreams and do that to her.

The dream was too real. For a moment, hunger caused a severe pain in her stomach. She almost thought that it was also done by him. It was the wound he poked, and he wanted to pierce and crush every organ of her...

She wanted to stand up, to move on, to stay away from the wooden house as much as possible, to find a safe place, and to be sure she could find it.

But she was also afraid to go in the wrong direction or be injured in the darkness.

For a long time, she just lay there - crying - until the tears were gone.

She didn't want to fall asleep, she was afraid of dreaming, but her fatigue was as enveloped as the night sky, and her consciousness gradually became chaotic.

She fell asleep again, this time she was a dreamless sleep.

When she woke up again, she couldn't tell whether it was morning or afternoon. She was lazy to explore.

With dizziness caused by hunger and fatigue, she straightened up and continued to move forward shakingly.

After a few hours, the surrounding trees gradually became sparse.

She suddenly stopped, not far ahead, there was an open space on the edge of the woods.

On that day, the clouds dissipated, and several large gray stones and rows of wooden fences appeared on the long grass.

There is a building behind it - that is a hut.

She immediately squatted down, hid behind a big tree, and breathed suddenly. Under the shade of branches and leaves, she carefully looked at her head.

Different cottages, not that one.

Of course not, that one will be several miles upstream.

She stared at the silence all around her, there was no light inside the house, and there was no fire inside the house.

But it was just afternoon, and the sun leaned listlessly against the sky.

No lights or fire does not mean that there is no one inside.

She stood quietly, allowing the frozen snail to wrap around the back of the neck, penetrate into the texture of the shoulders, and penetrate into the inner cortex of the legs.

She stood behind the tree with breath, her face exposed only by the branches and leaves, and she stared at it.

She stared at the clouds as the bright sky as the clouds grind.

She stared at the sun as it slid down the horizon, still putting her into the dull twilight.

There was no light, no flickering fire in the window, and no white smoke swaying on the chimney.

She finally made up her mind and walked forward. She wanted to sneak a glance at the scene inside the window to make sure it was an empty house, with her heart pounding, and walked out of the protection of the forest and approaching the cottage.

Try to let her pace lightly. She is always ready to escape back to the forest. As long as the door creaks, as long as the window makes the most subtle sound, as long as someone shouts, who?

, she will immediately escape back to the jungle.

The 'voice of eviction' did not sound, she had already walked to the wall of the cottage.

She sneaked to the back porch, stepped lightly onto the first step with one foot, and carefully moved the weight up, hoping that the board would remain silent.

The heavy wooden boards had no complaints about her trampling.

She took another step carefully, another step.

She finally stepped onto the porch under fear and coldness.

There is a wooden door in front, and there are windows on both sides of the door.

He poked his head to a window and glanced at the inside. She secretly thanked that Miyun, who was closed to the moon, hid her figure, and then cursed them because she couldn't see clearly the situation inside the house.

There was no other choice, she had to abandon the idea that there was someone in the house, and she wanted to pry open the window and sneak into the house.

The window locked from inside, and she pushed it hard a few times, and the tight window didn't even give her a slight sound of "click".

The wooden door was extremely thick, solid and locked tightly.

The other window is also very firm.

She walked around the house and wanted to find a gap to get into it, but she had no gaps to take advantage of.

Tired, cold, hungry, and almost certainly no one in the house, she decided to be a little radical.

Remembering that there was a pile of firewood next to the house, she ran back to the front porch in two steps, walked to the pile of wood, and before grabbing a certain garden tree, she glanced at an axe in the corner of the wall.

The adrenaline began to rise sharply again, and the millet walked to the window, swung it vigorously, and the glass shattered with a thud. She continued to hammer the fragments on the edge of the window with an axe.

The harsh scratching of glass sounded like the roar from the demon's mouth in the hut, making people's hair and bones stand upside down.

After removing all the debris, she threw down her axe and climbed into the house.

Step on the flat floor, surrounded by walls, and ceiling above your head.

Although it is not as warm as outside, it feels like entering another world.

At this time, the clouds and the mist dissipated, revealing a new moon, sprinkling in the clear light.

I dare not turn on the lights, dare not make fire, and look around in the dark.

There was a blanket on the sofa, and she immediately grabbed it and put it on her shoulders.

She was extremely hungry, but she had to make sure there was no one in the house first.

The house is not big. On the right side of the back door is the kitchen connecting the living room. A corridor opens on the left. On the right side of the corridor are the master bedroom and storage room side by side. On the left side, there is a bathroom in front and behind is a small bedroom. The main entrance is located in the corner of the living room, diagonally positioned with the rear door.

After walking around the house, she immediately slipped into the kitchen.

There is only beer and soda in the refrigerator.

Hunger is more urgent than thirst. I opened a can of orange juice and ignored the stimulation of carbon dioxide on my throat. Gulu Gulu finished drinking it in one breath, making my eyes watery.

Next, I searched the food cabinet and it was filled with canned foods in shape: vegetables, fruits, canned peppers, and various canned beans: black beans, white beans and vegetable beans.

Extract a bottle opener from the drawer, open a can of canned beans, insert two fingers into the bag, and stuff them into the mouth immediately.

When she got her fifth bite, she remembered that there were other vessels in the drawer. After tumbling, she found a spoon and immediately continued to bombard the can of beans with the "sharp weapon" in her hand.

After scraping off the last bit of food in the jar, she licked the residual juice on the spoon, and was still very hungry, but thinking that eating too much after a long period of time was even more dangerous, she had no choice but to stop for the time being.

She pulled the blanket tightly into the bathroom. She wanted to take a shower and wear clean clothes.

The idea of ​​showering was so tempting, but when she thought that the 'shush' sound of water would cover up other sounds, it was too dangerous, so she had to choose to take a bath.

When she turned on the faucet, she hoped that the warm water would flow out, but unfortunately, what was pouring out was a biting cold. When she was disappointed and wanted to withdraw, she felt the running water gradually warm, and the water vapor was pouring out on her face.

She happily blocked the plug beside the wooden basin and then went to the bedroom to look for clothes.

When leaving the bathroom, she didn't forget to bring the door to reduce the sound of water, so that even if someone broke into her, she would easily hear the sound.

Walking into the small bedroom next to the bathroom, I opened the dressing table and the drawers in the closet one by one, and it was like her stomach that was a quarter of an hour ago - empty.

The main bedroom should be much more popular, but unfortunately there are men's clothing - T-shirts, sweatshirts and twin smoke. She took a few pieces of clothing and returned to the bathroom.

Turn off the faucet and gently brush the water surface with your hands - it is warm and moderate.

The hard times of the woods emptied her stomach and ripped her clothes, took off the rag, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into a trash can next to the toilet.

Step into the bathtub.

The moderately sensible water temperature is too hot for the body.

But hot water has the effect of sterilization, and the burning pain on the skin brings relief and comfort.

The body was immersed in the water, and the hot water stimulated the wounds everywhere on the body.

Lying in the wooden tub, your nerves relaxed.

Her pretty, tired body was tense for many days, struggling to explore the way forward and avoid hunting.

Now in the warm and quiet embrace of the wooden basin, it seems that there is only this wooden basin, this bathroom, and this small house. The trees, branches, leaves, and gravel are no longer part of consciousness.

There is no other feeling, but the warmth is left alone.

There was no other sound, only the pulse was beating.

The black eyes closed in the darkness.

After lying for a while, he fell asleep.

She woke up until the water temperature turned cold, opened the plug at the drain, stood up, and wiped her body dry.

The full-body mirror behind the door reflects her naked body.

The girl in her trance approaching the realm was her own reflection, but she felt very strange.

The moonlight shone down from the sunny window above, giving her ghostly reflection in the environment, and her pale body was shining with a faint light.

This strange body fully demonstrates the charm of a mature woman - fleshy, delicate and attractive female body.

Her boobs.

After development, she observed it countless times, and at the beginning they slowly swelled and bulged.

She checked the shape changes once a month. After development, she found that they were plump and round, and the color of the areola and nipples was particularly dark. The dark part highlighted on the delicate cone, making the breasts look pointed and slightly beaked, and a delicate face that was awakened after stimulation.

Now, after they were touched and teased, after they were twisted until they were hard and swelled, and after she felt the delicate connection between it and sex, she could no longer be indifferent.

For her, the existence of these two fleshy balls has a completely new meaning. They are not just female signs, but an inseparable part of her experience.

Now, looking at the naked plumpness in the mirror, she couldn't help but think of him, his hands, his mouth, his breath, and the slight heat that was stirred up by him.

Her lower body.

It was also transformed by him.

The tender and white body has never grown pubic hair in the center.

My mother even took her to seek medical treatment for this. The doctor said that some girls would do this and there was no need to worry.

Everything else is normal, too.

As for the breasts, Defen was curious about their development, but the change in shape did not bother or please her.

They didn't have much connection with her life.

But now, they are hers, and they are part of her.

She has deeply understood how they throbbed, became hard, painful and even trembled due to the ultimate pleasure.

These two bulging balls have a whole new meaning for her.

When the will resist him for the last time, the breasts were wet and hot and tightly attached to him.

When she said no, they raised high and called for more.

They betrayed her.

But she had fallen in love with this strange couple, just as she loved her thoughts and her soul, just as she loved herself, she fell in love with the couple in front of her deeply.

Her hands.The touch of her hand and the pleasure brought by the touch.

Her legs.Her legs were once wide open, revealing her fragility.

Her abdomen.The abdomen is filled with bubbles waiting to explode, tightening in fear, tightening in excitement caused by pleasure.

Her feet.Her feet led her out of his clutches and brought her here.

Looking at the mirror, he couldn't erase his image in his mind. He remembered his mouth lingering on his body, his hands covering his chest, his nipples teasing and playing with his fingertips, and his messy fingers between his legs.

Shaking her head, she was about to end these endless obscene memories.

The eyes moved up.

The wet black hair was pressed against her forehead like a curtain.

It was Zhang's strange face, which she could hardly recognize.

Attracted by this strange face, she walked step by step to the mirror until the tip of her nose almost touched the woman in the upper realm.

The facial features were still her facial features.

Slim curved eyebrows, gray eyes, and the proportion of eyes on the face is slightly lower, which makes you look a little childish and a little bigger.

The nose is straight but not ostentatious.

The lips are narrow and plump, almost round.

All of this is hers.

But when she focused on her self in the situation, some places were different.

Or has she never really seen herself?

She was extremely tired, so she left the naked girl in the state and put on clothes.

The pants were too long, so I could only roll up the leg. The sleeves of the larger T-shirt were too long, but she didn't pull them up to keep warm.

With exhaustion, she staggered into the small bedroom, climbed onto the bed and fell asleep.

It was afternoon when I woke up the next day.

The movement of getting out of bed caused a soreness in the muscles.

Limbs are numb and soft, back is tingling, and shoulders are hard.

She dragged her legs into the bathroom. After several days of wild life, she could use the toilet again, and felt a sense of gratitude for no reason.

The sun is dark and the kitchen is dark.

Press the stove switch and run out a circle of blue flames...

Pry open a can of chili and pour the contents into the pan.

The fragrance was so strong that she was so excited that she could eat cooked food.

After stirring the cooked peppers a few times, poured them into the bowl, and sat on the sofa. The first spoonful of anxiety hurt her mouth.

She had no choice but to hold the bowl in her hand and let it cool down slowly so that the heat from the bowl would flow into the palm of her hand.

It feels so good to hold delicious food in this cottage that is no warmer than outside.

She tried again, but this time she was not scalded, so she spoonfuls of peppers frequently entered her mouth until the bottom of the bowl was facing the sky.

She was clean, nourished her spirit, and filled her stomach, and began to think about things other than her instinct.

Will there be a telephone number in this cabin?

Putting down the bowl and putting on the blanket, she searched around the house.

No phone, no phone, but no phone.

She didn't know where she was, of course it was downstream there, but she didn't know where she was.

After walking in the jungle for three days, the cottage was the only building she saw, with no roads and no sound of cars.

I didn't even see a poultry.

She thought of a map, and there might be a map in the house, and the map would tell her where she was.

There is a large bookshelf next to the fireplace.

She glanced over the book, looking for a book like "Take Guide to Hiking in a Dark Forest Area in the Northwest of the Pacific" or other books that could reveal the location of the jungle.

No shortcut guides, no map atlas.

She turned to search for the drawer, hoping to find the road map or something.

On her back, there was only a large stack of open letters. She grabbed one casually and wanted to find a clue from the postmark.

Unfortunately, I searched all of them. It was either Seattle's address or the address of a Spanish town.

She threw the letter back into the drawer.

Something caught her eye.

It's not a map, it's a note on the table, with snow-white paper sheets tied between two pieces of cardboard with spiral metal wire.

She pondered and let her index finger touch it.

I didn't pick it up, but just tentatively turned the blank on the first page.

I immediately picked up the notebook and turned over a few more pages of blank space.

Throwing the matter of finding a map aside, picking up a pen, sitting on the dining chair, and writing it on it as if you have entered a state of meditation.

It was already an hour later when she finished writing. Her hands muscles were slightly cramped, and a new round of fear came. Her heartbeat accelerated. Her lower body, her vagina, which was weak-willed and devoted to her, was wet and sore.

A familiar self-hate and anxiety brought her back to reality.

She suddenly looked away and wanted to walk out of this jungle, she wanted to go to a safe place, and she wanted to return to the real world.

Sit back on the sofa and wrapped it in a blanket, she began to think about it.

She will stay here for a few more days to restore her vitality.

She would pack some food and supplies, and when everything was ready, she would continue down the river until she found the town.

You can't stay in this ghost place for the rest of your life.

Can she risk making a fire when she stared at the dormant fireplace?

Even if there is smoke at night, people in the distance will not be discovered by people in the distance, especially under the dense clouds.

Remember the pile of firewood outside the door.

The thought of getting out of the house, my body shuddered, the only place that made her feel safe in days.

Suddenly I thought that someone might be peeping at the house outside, just like she did yesterday, hiding in the woods and beside the bushes.

But thinking that it can be as warm as yesterday's hot water and last longer, the courage cannot help but increase. It is time to say goodbye to trembling.

Walking to the back door, sneaking into the kitchen window, the movement outside.

The sun is thin and dusk is quiet and quiet.

The firewood was piled up a few steps outside the door.

Smoothing the thoughts and heartbeats, she unbuttoned the door and opened it.

Standing at the door, she looked around again.

There is no sound, no abnormal movement.

Let the door be wide open so that she can return to the house faster when needed.

Walking to the porch, she jumped down step by step, step by step.

She swept her eyes around again, and she bent down to pick up a pile of firewood, then rushed back into the house with a piss.

Sweep your legs and kick the door together, then screw the door bolt with your elbow.

She stood for a while, waiting for the fear that was covered in her body to retreat.

Then walk to the fireplace and put the wood into the box next to the stove.

The firewood picked up was only enough to burn for a short time and might have been out before the room was warm.

Although I fell asleep in this frozen room last night, my body was frozen all over when I woke up, which made me feel very painful.

She found both bedrooms had fireplaces.

Even though there were thousands of eyes staring in the woods, she wanted to go outside to get more firewood.

She came to the back door again and stared out again, everything was as quiet as before.

Unlock the door latch, let the door open wide, step forward a few steps, and look around.

He ran down the steps, picked up a large pile of firewood, ran back to the house, threw the firewood down, rushed to the door, and closed the door hard. If someone ran out of the bushes and dared to follow her into the house, she would stir up the door.

But, no one.

She took the firewood twice more before locking the door.

When the night fell over the earth again, with the help of matches and newspapers, she set a fire in the small room.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of the stove, stretching out your hands, feeling the warmth, and the warmth on your face, the dancing flames made people feel comfortable.

She wanted to have curtains, but she had no choice but to put aside the idea of ​​someone who might be outside and peeking at her in the dark.

It shrank under the blanket, and the flames of light and dark flashed before my eyes, and all kinds of images penetrated into my mind.

The days with him blended with nightmares in the jungle, filling her thoughts and perceptions.

His hands lingered on her, his lips sucked and kissed on her.

Her horror, her desire.

His tenderness, his cruelty.

His fingertips wiped away the tenderness of her tears.

But it was also those fingertips, gliding between her legs with mocking slid freely.

The heart-wrenching and sorrowful intimate touch, she seemed to feel his lips and his body pressing against her.

She felt the desperate fear under his control, and she felt the dizziness brought by his invasion.

Shaking her head, she was about to end the illusion that only escalated fear.

She had to think about something else, something that would not cause anxiety, or something that had nothing to do with him.

She thought of books, came to the bookshelf, and browsed the bibliography.

"Crime and Punishment" was seen a long time ago, and in such an environment, the work on the subject of crime was really not right, but she still took out the book, sat in front of the fireplace, and read it for several hours, and occasionally added some firewood to the stove.

Sleepy, she thought of Raskolnikov, the pawnshop's owner's wife, and then naturally thought of him Connid.

In this way, I finally closed my eyes and fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was still pitch black outside, almost immediately, and her intuition told her that there was another person inside.

Her heart was about to split her chest and her breathing was rapid. She sat up and identified each black shadow under the hazy moonlight in panic.

A soft voice sounded in the darkness. She looked at the window and then the feeling of being frozen spread from her legs to her whole body.

The hazy figure approached her step by step with the sound of her gentle foot step by step.

It's all right, Defen.It's okay, don't be afraid.

It's Connid!Or another stale dream?

I didn't plan to wake you up.But I have to see if you are injured.

His tone was so soft, as soft as a kind father in front of a child's bed.

He sat calmly beside the bed, as if she would never object.

She looked at him motionlessly, feeling the mattress slant, her heart pounding, and a terrifying aura ejaculated from her lungs.

Defen.

He smiled and quietly pulled the hair on her forehead behind her ears.She was surprised to find that the warm touch of the hand did not arouse new panic, but instead brought out a strange sense of comfort.

Have you been injured?

No.

His expression and body seemed to relax.

Then suddenly, his pupils contracted, his eyes gathered into lines, revealing his despicable face.

Her heart tightened, but it was not because of fear that her lower body was stimulating, and her body trembled in a slender way, and slowly gathered and expanded, constantly rising.

God, that kind of unspoken smile again.

She was caught by that smiling face and was surprised to find that she wanted to smile back.

In an instant, she found that she just wanted to do everything he wanted her to do, she wanted to do that - just once, willingly once.

Give him everything he wants without reservation.

Pull the sheet open, kneel with your knees and sit on your ankles.

She grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and slowly lifted it up, Connid staring at - without surprise.

The hem of the clothes was raised, revealing the smooth and tender abdomen, and the navel was dark and the small pond.

Going upwards, the muscles and bones are exposed, and under the glimmer of light and darkness, it is like a wrinkled hill on the desert.

Going up, two balls of breast meat are exposed - soft and heavy, strong and plump.

Going up, the cranberries appear shyly.

Go up, go around the top of your head, then let it slide, slide, fall on the right edge of the bed, and then slide, fall on the floor.

He ordered her like this before, and he asked her to do so, but she never volunteered to present her nakedness in front of him like now.

His eyes on the betting made her feel waves of tremors and a gradual thrilling heat.

When she found his naked eyes resting on her naked chest, a new round of war tremble came from her body.

His eyes raised, touching her, as if she had seen an admiring look.

Weak reason cannot contain the fierce desire.

She wanted his touch, his caress.

She had resisted the touch violently and was afraid, but now she was afraid no longer, she just wanted to revisit it.

She wanted the caress of his hand.

But he just sat there, quietly, waiting for her next move, testing her and testing her.

She couldn't just sit on the bed, naked breasts while he was thoroughly inspecting.

She was shy of her nakedness, shy of her raised breasts under the stimulation of cold and excitement.

She hesitated and moved her hands upwards, watching his eyes reach the bottom of her breasts as she moved her hands.

He held up two snow muscles with both hands - the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Slide your palms and return to your double peaks.

Feeling the cream flowing between my fingers.

When my fingertips rubbed my nipple, it seemed like I had hit a switch. The nerves were slight, and the scorching current slashed my abdomen, and the tide of love surged.

Continue to the gentle caress, raise and tighten your hands, loosen and slide.

God, what she wanted to cover her body was his hand, she wanted him to take over her rubbing.

She longs for his lips, his kiss, his licking and sucking.

Under his gaze, she felt ashamed and ashamed, but she could not let the seedlings that had just risen in his eyes extinguish.

When she rubbed her hands with her nipples, her face turned red and burned, making the soft flesh bulge out from her fingers, and the nipples were straight and hard and protruding towards him.

Then grab it slightly loosely, lift your breasts lightly like a cradle, feeling it is round and soft.

Her lower body, her genitals.The pain is thirsty, the desire is hot.Just sitting quietly can also tell that the yin hole is like wet and wet.Why?Why can such embarrassment always burn her excitement and make her desire tide swell?

He looked at her with provocative eyes.

She wants to seduce him, the real temptation, before he rescues her from shame, before he caresses her and kisses her tongue--she wants to seduce him completely.

But she was confused and didn't know where to caress her and how to caress her.

He would tell her what to do next before.

But she knew that now he enjoyed her erotic tits, but he loved to see her embarrassment more.

So he won't give any instructions, he won't make her feel better, because that will only sharply reduce his enjoyment.

He wanted her to discover the sexyness by herself, and the effect might be sweeter and more beautiful - perhaps.

Her cheeks and water hole were getting fever, so she began to pinch her nipples. The first gentle squeeze made them harder, and a honey wave surged out of her legs.

His voice became a little quicker and louder, and his reaction was the greatest praise.

Rub and squeeze the dark texture of the nipple tip, and feel that the unique skin is sensitively contracting when it is pulled and pulled.

God, she wanted his control and was thinking crazy.

She wanted to use her hands to pile her breasts up and feed one of the buds into his mouth, beg for his taste, his sucking, and beg for his tongue to tease.

The muscles at the corner of his lips gently pulled upwards, showing a complacent smile.

Has he seen through her wishes?

Finally, he said mercifully: Take off your underwear, Defen.

Hearing his voice again and knowing his needs - it was a relief.

The burden on her body was removed, and she knelt up and pulled her underwear to her knees, to her calves, and turned her ankles.

Then she waited for his next instructions.

But he just sat silently and stared at her.

That was the only guide - now she is the only one left, she is the only one who can do it all.

He knelt and returned to the bed, staring at his gaze, his heart beating irregularly, and his body was trembling deep.

She spread her legs--he seemed to be pleased.

The vagina is throbbing - did he see it?

When his hand slid down and was about to touch the flower stem, his fingers spread out into a 'v' shape to open the bright red meat petals, revealing the rose-colored wetness for him.

One finger depicted the outline of the snow-white outer lip of his lower body and the deep pink crease on the inside, and every detail was sparkling with water.

She rubbed the granulum, her red lips lowered her mouth. She was already in love with this feeling, and the feeling of showing her own joy.

The fingers swept through the sensitive tender stamens again and again, and the lips were whispering and crying.

The waist was shaking and twisting slightly.

She begged him with her eyes, begging him to ask her.

‘Please, um──Ah, hurry──Hurry.’

She wanted his approach, his insertion, and she was so crazy.

But he just sat there, cold and faint, waiting for her to show her even darker desires.

She wanted his desire, and wanted the thick and hard flesh pillar to press against her, spread her openly and fill her.

The fingers cannot satisfy everything, and the desire is stirred up, but it cannot really burn.

But before he took action, she could only continue to let her fingers linger between her legs, spread her flowering lips, so that he could see her true charm for him.

It was eagerly anticipating, and the flower tinkled tightly, and she begged him with her eyes.

His eyes turned, and coldly, almost indifferently, flowing between her eyes and the shade flowers.

Looking at him, his fingers kept moving, but his body felt even more sexy and sore for him.

She tried to pull him closer with her eyes, but he just sat quietly, sitting in that distant corner, looking at her silently.

The desire is beyond endurance and has reached the brink of explosion.

But she needs to win him back first. Is there any way to win back his touch?

I seemed to be looking at something at the corner of my eyes, and when I turned around, I saw two candles on the bedside table.

Looking at them and looking back at Connid, he was smiling.

oh!

If that would please him and make him happy, he would give her everything she wanted.

Her cheeks were as red as flames, and she took off a candle, a thick and white column with no sign of burning.

Moved it closer to the hole, lowered his head and saw the milky white round cover pressing against the flower's lips. He looked up at Connid, and saw his obscene excitement when the candle's smooth head was sinking into his vagina.

It was not him, not his clone, not his flesh blade.

It is cold, hard and smooth, and lifeless.

But, my god!

With this thick and round hard object pounding the lower body, I felt the emptiness was filled, and I felt that the candle was gradually losing inch in front of him - it felt great.

She began to twist her waist and buttocks, inserted the candle into and out with one hand, and pinched the flower stem with the other hand, slid along the petals, along the cylinder that temporarily replaced the male root, gently rubbed the honey muscles on the inside of the slit, and twisted the trembling core.

She lowered her head and saw two cranberries. She had just been concerned about the pussy and almost forgot her breasts. Her nipples protruded high due to intense excitement, begging for a pity kiss.

He raised his eyelids again and found that he was looking at her face.

When she looked down at herself just now, he was already studying her expression. He carefully observed her masturbating with a candle - no trace of excitement left behind.

Finally, he stood up and walked towards her.

A tremor spread throughout the body, from the lower body that was penetrated by the candle to the abdomen, and then to the limbs.

Finally, finally, he would kiss her, rub her, and get on her-yes, get on her.

But she was wrong, and he just moved closer to the position where his hand could touch the candle and stopped.

He gently pushed her hand away, and he grabbed the candle but didn't pump it into her. He just stopped, looked at her, teasing her with his handsome smile.

Why?Why torture her like this?Reject her?

She began to fiddle with her body, her hips dancing hungrily, up and down, letting the candle slide out, and then lowered her body and screwed it in.

He grabbed the candle and stared at her.

Her eyes left him and looked down to see his hands holding the candle, but could not see his fingers, they were resting below, his thumb was not far from the fleshy stem, but she just couldn't reach it.

She lowered her body and danced on the candle.

Galloping on the candle, she desperately searched for his thumb with the flower stem.

Oh my god, it's very close. If she can rub his fingertips, she can have an orgasm even if she can only grind her nails with her flesh petals.

I pressed my body down and felt the candle penetrate deeper. Then, every micron of infiltration was expanding the flower hole, and the flesh hole was penetrated, reaching the point of pain.

Move your body up a little, and then slide a few more points. She doesn't know how long she can support her. She is about to part with her, but she wants to, she sobbing and crying, she wants to rub him.

She circled and grinded down so that the candle could penetrate deeper.

Oh, my goodness!

She finally touched his fingertips.

She murmured in a low voice, then bumped her body wildly, her movements were shattered, frantically and desperate.

She swallowed and spitted the waxy cylinder on her lower body, feeling the sweet rub on her lip, almost reaching that point, she began to pull her nipples, and in front of his face, she silently begged him to put one of them in her mouth, and begged him to lick her nipples when she reached orgasm on his other hand.

But his lips did not lower, and his tongue did not bite his nipples.

She protested against his silence with a small and urgent shaking, while pursuing joy, while moaning ashamed.

The breast muscles pressed against his chin and rubbed them hard, twisted their nipples hard, and used the smoothest skin to feel the stubble thorns, feeling the spring whirlpool that was twisting and turning on his fingers and the flower hole under the candle.

Finally, she screamed loudly, which was the cry of pain and excitement when she reached orgasm. The secret hole shrank, wrapped the hard wax column deep into her body, and the slightly bent fingers kept spasming and twitching continuously...

Ah──！

She sat up screaming, her wet hair pressed against her forehead, and the trembling between her legs was still awakened by her screams. She sat blankly on the bed, allowing her thoughts to return to the dark reality from the lewd nightmare, and tried her best to suppress the shame born from the dream.

Thoughts are shameless traitors, and they dream of the lustful demon again - and they are also - hateful!

Why did she long for him so much in her dream?

Do you want to welcome him?

Are you willing to untidy for him, toss and turns, touch yourself, and even masturbate for him?

Thinking of her intercourse with the candle in her dream, she stiffened all over.

The trembling was extremely fierce, so fierce that for a moment she thought she was going to vomit.

The lingering fear of climaxing was still there between her legs, forcing her to recall how excited she was in her dream, how happy she was when she rubbed her breasts for him, and swayed on the candle he grabbed, and how desperately she rubbed her orgasm on it.

She must be a pervert, otherwise why would she have such a disgusting dream?

But what made her even more disgusting was that her body was very happy, and her body hoped that her lewdness would allow Connard to touch and fuck her.

When she realized that he didn't even ask her to do anything in her dream, she could no longer cry in the darkness.

Everything she did in her dream was because she wanted to do that, and no one forced her, and she burst into tears.

What's wrong with her? Are she really sick?

She wanted to leave immediately.

Damn, there is a bright moonlight illuminating her ugliness in the dream, but when she wakes up, it hides behind the clouds and disappears.

It was dark all around, probably the last darkness before dawn.

She had to wait until dawn, and when the first ray of dawn fell on the ground, she would set out, leave this jungle, and return to the civilized world.

A small town--somewhere downstream of the river.

Then she will return to Seattle - to return to reality.

But fate is either by accident, or by her own body, she wants to go against her.

Tortured by the nightmare, Defen could not drive away the obscene image. Her body's desire for him made her dirty, and the pleasure she felt when she touched her body to please him.

The feeling of urging people to vomit is still entangled with her, and the disgust makes people tremble, over and over again.

It's like the residual smell of carrion in the mouth - it can't be removed and appears repeatedly.

A few hours later, as dawn was about to begin, she tossed and turned from her restless sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already half way through the day.

If it weren't for the dark clouds covering the sun, she would probably not have slept so heavily, woke up so late, and the rain was pouring outside the house. She would have almost looked at the heavy rain, and she would have been determined to leave with a few hours left to make it dark again.

But the only remaining reason told her that it was extremely unwise to trek through the slippery mud saka and stay in a rainy night after walking for a few hours.

As if trapped in this small house and the jungle, a sensation of depression arises, which makes her breathless and has to find something to distract her.

She wanted to find a gun when she assigned a task for herself.

Thinking of having a gun around her, she was unconsciously excited, put on her clothes, and hurriedly processed breakfast and lunch. After washing the dishes, she began to search.

In this woods where birds do not lay eggs and do not shit (I'm afraid there will not even be shit, let alone shit), a man living in it must have weapons that can at least swallow a gun and commit suicide when he is so stuffy.

I started with the large storage cabinet, which contained a hiking backpack and a sleeping bag behind it.

Why didn't she think of this before?

Pull them out and throw them onto the ground.

Then bring a wooden bench to the foot and search for a higher level.

I searched all kinds of boxes. In addition to a box of ammunition that is quite useful, it can be said that it has all kinds of garbage, but there is no gun.

Climb down the wooden bench and continue her search.

After a lot of effort, I finally found a pistol in the bedside table in the master bedroom.

She doesn't like guns and has never used them.But she knew some of the rules for using guns.

Even if the gun is sure to be unloaded, don't point it at an object you're unintentionally shooting.

Even if the insurance system is not opened, do not look inside the barrel of the load.

Sitting on the sofa, he looked down at the gun, the barrel of the gun was safely facing nothing.

Open the chamber and it is filled with bullets - bullets of the same type as the ammunition box.

She wanted to practice shooting, but she was afraid that the gunshot would reveal her whereabouts.

I can only focus on collecting supplies for the time being.

Place a few canned fruits, canned beans and newly discovered protein bars neatly on the kitchen counter, plus a can opener, spoon and two knives, a small knife and a butcher knife.

Put a few boxes of matches into the plastic bag and tie the bag mouth.

Take two novels from the bookshelf and place them next to the pile of food.

After counting it, stuff all the supplies into the backpack, and then tie the sleeping bag to the backpack with a belt.

She planned to carry the gun on her waist.

She was feeling uncomfortable with her gun and backpack in the corner of her small bedroom, but looking at the naked gun lying on the floor.

He bent down and picked it up, held it in his hand and measured it, then stuffed it into the rolled sleeping bag.

She used "Crime and Punishment" to pass the rest of the afternoon.

The heavy rain outside did not stop for a moment, which taught her a little relief, and it was wise not to leave just now.

When night fell, she started a wall fire.

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Raskolnikov was about to commit his cruel crime, and she was abnormally dry.

Leave the cocoon wrapped in the blanket, pick up the empty cup and walk into the kitchen, and turn on the faucet.

A cold wind suddenly came, and she turned around in surprise, the glass slid down her fingertips, and fell into the sink with a bang.

He—when he finally came, he stood at the open door, pointing his gun at her.

Raise your hands!He shouted loudly.

He caught me.But he told her a vague voice, it was not him.

Oh shit!Raise your hands for me!This time my tone was filled with hatred and disgust.

He was still standing at the back door.

She looked at him, but her eyes were aimed at the main door not far from her.

She thought, maybe she could, ran to the front door, opened it, and ran away before he grabbed her.

He might not really shoot her.

With a certain idea, she rushed towards the front door, madly trying to grab the door bolt.

It was already in her hands, spinning, but his hands were pressing against the door panel before it opened the line of hope.

She was trapped between the door and his body.

As he slowly approached and narrowed the cage that clamped her, she stiffened all over.

He did not touch her body, but he enveloped her with his body heat and his scent.

His lips fell to her ear companion, and she could even clearly feel his warm breath that hit his earlobe, and only heard him whisper:

Why?Why do you think you can come from here?!

She looked up at him above her shoulders, looking at the man with a scorching, moist breath and hateful voice.

Not him, another person.

She bent over and walked through his armpits, rushing towards the wide open back door.

She successfully passed through the door.

Continue running, jumping down the porch, jumping over several steps and falling to the ground, and continue running, her socks are instantly covered with mud and water, and she continues running with a life of rushing.

He thumped the gun on the counter and followed her.He was confident that he could catch her before she ran into the bushes.

She bent all her strength on her feet and ran away desperately. She heard the sound of his footsteps behind her.

The sound was a little closer, and a little later.

She ran harder, begging for fate, begging her body to run faster so that he could not catch up.

It was close enough, and he reached out to grab the back collar of her shirt, pulled her feet off the ground.

She turned around instinctively and pushed her elbow up, hoping to hit him in the face and hope to open his claws.

He grabbed her waved hand, grabbed her other arm with his other hand, firmly clamping her behind her.

Locking her hands under her belly, he swept her legs and let her go to the ground.

This person is not like him.No dialogue, no foreplay.He wants to do it directly here, in the mud and rain, in this second.

His burly figure made her feel more insignificant. Compared with him, she seemed to be weightless and invisible.

His kneeling legs were holding their weight, and his legs were clamped under his arms.

He covered her back and gasped violently.

She was also gasping for a sharp breath, and suddenly she gasped, feeling the hardness of his against the petals of her buttocks.

She didn't cry or scream.

Her inside and outside have frozen into ice, like dead water and dead trees - motionless, waiting for everything that is about to happen.

He felt her under him--small, stiff and trembling.He realized that he could fuck her now, with the mud and rain, humiliate her and hurt her to the fullest.

This is what she deserves.

Pressing her under her body, imagining tearing her panties to reveal her naked buttocks, imagining that she struggled desperately under him as he unbuttoned his belt and pulled down the zipper, he took out his hardness, and the male continued to swell with her twist...

The instant psychological impulse made him feel disgusted.Grab her elbow and pull her up, then cut her arms back behind her back, push her forward rudely, following her and entering the room.

As he passed through the door, he quickly grabbed the pistol left on the counter, pushed her hard with his other hand, closed the door behind him, and turned to her.

He looked at her up and down, expressionlessly - the corner of his lips that bent slightly downward revealed his disgust, and the gun in his hand shook lightly.

Looking at him face to face, his eyes confirmed once again how he felt when he was trapped in front of the door and pressed on the ground. He was really strong, more than six feet tall, thick and strong.

No matter what he wanted to do to her, there was no need to use a gun at all.

For the first time she noticed that he had a pair of silver eyes that could shine and poison.

He trembled slightly, and he said in a tight voice: "Say, what are you doing in my house?"