Day 2

Rachael Ceronio woke up she was lying on her side and Christopher’s hand was on her other side. She pushed it off and sat up. Surprisingly she had slept well. Chris stirred and carried on sleeping. She got up. The fire had been dead for hours. It was completely cold. She started another one. Then looked for her horses. She brought them to the river to drink and then she checked on Chris. He was sleeping so she quickly took a bath in the river. It was cold but it was better than smelling bad. She got dressed and faced the cabin. Chris was staring at her.

“Nice scare” he said grinning.

“Pervert!” she shouted and throw a stone at him it hit him on the chest,

“Ouch” he said.

“Watching a lady bath could get your eyes plucked out” she said coldly.

“Oh please” he taunted,

“Like I haven’t seen better”

She slapped him across the face!

“DON’T EVER Do That Again!” He said angrily.

“Whatever!” She said turning her back to him,

“Perving Jerk” she snorted.

He grabbed her roughly by the arm and swung her around to face him.

Offended and upset about his ‘I’ve seen better comment,’ she glared at him. Then without warning she stamped on his foot as hard as she could and punched him in the ribs. She felt a little better seeing him bent over holding his ribs.

“I expected you to be tougher” she taunted.

He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

She kneed him in the ribs where she had caught him with the punch. She went to slap him again but he caught her hand and twisted it behind her back pushing her to the floor. With her free arm she took a stone and hit him on the kneecap. He pulled her up to her knees by her hair keeping her one arm behind her back.

“So, you are as tough as I thought” she whispered looking over her shoulder at him.

He looked her up and down.

She was beautiful, feisty and she knew horses.

She grabbed him by his hair and kissed him.

It was magical.

Then she remembered his comment. She struck him in the gut and said,

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“That’s for saying you’ve seen better.”

He groaned, “But I’ve never met better.”

She ginned like a child.

“Really?” She asked hopefully

“Chikita you are something else” he said.

Grinning she kissed him again.

“Well maybe we could find some people” she beamed.

“Let’s eat first” Chris said.

They caught a fish and cooked it. Then packed up somethings and mounted the horses. Rachael rode one and lead two. Chris rode one and led one.

‘What happens in the jungle stays in the jungle,’ she thought.

Rachael was asking hundreds of personal questions as they rode down the river bank.

The horses were getting restless but she paid no attention as she bombarded Chris with questions.

He wasn’t paying attention either as he was wishing she would shut up.

Just because they kissed doesn’t mean they are together and his personal life was private.

Then a Leopard – Jaguar like creature jumped out at them. Chris drew his weapon and shot it. The sound rang out over the water but was dampened by the trees. Rachael steadied her horse.

“You are pretty good with those” she complimented.

“Let’s pick up the pace.” he said,

“Maybe we can find people before night fall.”

Sometime later they stopped to rest as they and the horses needed it.

Rachael lay down with the sun shining on her. She fell asleep. When she woke up from resting, Chris was busy doing stuff.

“I hear horses” Rachael said excitedly,

She bounced up and ran towards the horses. As she got closer, she saw it was men like before two horses pulling a cage with people in it. Six men walked beside it. They looked mean.

“Don’t go” Rachael said holding Chris’s hand.

“Let me just see” he said

“Don’t worry, trust me I’ve got this.”

Rachael waited hiding behind a tree. Chris walked over, he seemed to sign with them not saying a single word.

That irritating girl she’s a great kisser but really one kiss, and she thinks I am her boyfriend. He made a deal with the men. Selling Rachael to them.

“Survival of the fittest” He said to himself.

He walked over to the trees.

“Rachael, I have secured passage to town with them” he said.

“How?” she asked “You have nothing to give?”

“Maybe” he said “But they don’t know that. Come.”

“What about my horses?”

“Let’s introduce ourselves then fetch the horses. Trust me.” He said kissing her.

“Fine”

She walked with him to the slave traders. Who grabbed her, tied her hands and through her in the cage.

“Chris” she screamed.

“Sorry chikita” he called,

“Survival of the fittest.”

“You slimy dog” she screamed.

But her new owners met her screams with a whip.

“Ouch!!!”

The people around her watched her. She was creeped out.

‘He stole my horses! He sold me!’ She thought ‘I will get even’.

The ride to town was awful. She was bounced around and bashed about the cage. There were men, woman and children in the cage with her. She was roughly taken out of the cage. She was hoping to be put somewhere alone so she could get the knife from her boot and free herself. Sadly, that opportunity wasn’t given.

She was carried into a smelly dark room with not enough air. The fire in a big steal oven wasn’t helping. There where flesh hooks hanging from beams above. Rachael had a bad feeling she tried to fight but it didn’t help. She started screaming but no one came.

All it got her was a slap across the face that left her ears ringing and her face throbbing. Her tied hand were hooked up to a hook, it was so high she was standing on tippy toes. They brought a cattle brander out of the fire. One of the men tore her shirt off. They looked at her seeming to enjoying the view.

“HELP! HELP!” she screamed.

They branded her right shoulder blade she screamed again. No one came, no one cared.

“I am going to kill him!” Rachael decided

Her shoulder burnt it was so sore she cried. Then she was roughly taken to a big house given a grass broom and a bucket with brown stained rags in it.

‘They expect me to clean!’

She stood there glaring at the men.

“Don’t you know who I am?” she demanded.

“You will not get away with this!”

Her threats were met with a whip which hurt way more than the movies showed.

Quietly crying she swept the floors. Doing whatever she could understand that they wanted.

“I hate you Chris!” she mumbled.

She come across a round silver thing hanging on the wall. It reflected a dull image of her. She straightened her hair and tried to clean up a bit. Maybe now that there was only one guy guarding her, she could win his favor and get him to set her free. Lifting her boobs into her bra, she straightened up and walked over in her sexy walk. She gave him a smile; she walked her fingers up his arm and onto his shoulder. She leaned in so her cleavage could be seen.

He grabbed her hand put a cloth in it and pointed to the floor… with an annoyed raised eyebrow.

This had never happened to her before. She would have to use other skills to set herself free. She went to the room and he watched as she cleaned windows, unlatching the one carefully. So, he nor anyone else would notice. As soon as he left the room, she climbed out the window and ran. She ran down the street not caring about what she was wearing. She ran into the woods and kept running.