You squirm and inch your way over to the tall grass and get as low as you can. They might have heard you fall, but you don't want to give away your intention to hide at the house by breaking for it and getting caught. You've never been so nervous. These girls are really hunting you - they really want to abuse you! They're sick, you think. Twisted, evil little vixens. But so attractive. You sit there thinking of it, your thoughts a strange mix of fear and excitement. You're confused. You've never felt victimized by, or vulnerable to, women before. You heart is pounding as you listen for them. Nothing. Just the wind whistling through the grass. You lay flat on your stomach. And then you feel it.
Without warning you feel a foot pressing against the back of your head. You never heard them coming. You start to struggle but then they're all on top of you. "God Dammit!" You yell muffled into the ground. Not again... not this soon. These girls are destroying you in this game.
"Roll over baby" someone says. You manage to struggle to your feet with two of the girls still holding you by the arms. In front of you, Carmen, the impossibly beautiful redhead, stands smiling, obviously proud of her catch. In frustration you rip your hand away from one of the other girls, Lisa, and reach into your pocket and hand Carmen one of the white stones.
"Thanks bitch," she says, smirking. "Now on your knees." |