She woke up in darkness and felt what was like sand in her mouth and something heavy lying on top of her. She struggled, wiggling her body to push away what was on top of her as its weight made it hard for her to breathe. Her movements got more erratic when she realized that the heavy thing on top of her was rotting flesh and she was lying underneath it, naked. She began to cry and scream as she used her nails to claw against her grave, hoping someone would hear her screams and rescue her but it only made more sand enter her mouth, nose and mouth making her cough and sneeze uncontrollably. If she didn’t get out of there anytime soon, she would choke on the sand and her own fluids. She was so overcome with her body’s natural response to the foreign materials in her respiratory system that she didn’t notice the hole she was in filling with light. She did notice when the body was being lifted off her but could not get a good look at her savior because she was half blind. She was then lifted from the hole and carried for a few minutes. Wondering who was carrying her, she felt his hands; no, it wasn’t her hunter. It was another man, younger with softer skin. That only meant that the body on top of her was her hunter. At this realization she let out a low moan.
Her few weeks of salvation was over, her father had sent someone to come for her, and she would be beaten and raped again. She had it all figured out in her head, she just let her anxiety run wild and it wove her a most terrifying tale. Her father killed the hunter, and had her sick so that he would bury them together as a sort of punishment. After a few days, he would dig them out and have her embarrassed for the rest of her life.
Her captor dropped her. The motion was so sudden she yelped and as she took in air, she found herself swallowing water in the gallons. She would’ve drowned if the same hands that had lifted her hadn’t held her up this time. If she had been able to stand, the water level would’ve been at her waist. Wet hands went over her face, wiping away the sand so she might see. She fought him all the way. Her father would not have her, never! She was weak, and this man was young but she was slippery. She managed to wiggle out of his hands and the water was over her head immediately. Her legs still wouldn’t work and she had forgotten to take a breath of air but she decided she would rather die than go back home.
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This is the end then, she thought, well the second end. Most of the sand was wiped out of her eyes but she still kept them closed because the water stung. She felt a movement beside her; the man had tried to grab her. She used her weight to propel her body out of the way but he already had her arm in his grasp. Her body betrayed her when she gasped for air as soon as she felt the air in her face. She was so out of breath that she didn’t even struggle against him anymore. He chastised her for struggling so much while he was just trying to save her. Save her? Why would he want to save her?
She wiped her eyes to take a first look at the man. The first thing she noticed about him was his skin, it was so smooth like porcelain if it had been the color of dark chocolate. He was generally very well built, as though carved. His face was like a dream, a beautiful dream filled with all the things that caught you off guard, that made you awestruck but what startled her was his eyes. She knew she had seen those eyes before but she refused to believe where those eyes came from. As he held her in his arms, she knew that she was not captive and that he was as real as the water she was submerged in, and the wind that blew over her shoulders and naked back wasn’t the only thing that made her shiver.
It was her hunter.