                                                                  HUNTED


    The bullet had done its job well. She was slowing down and staggering slightly as she tried to run. He was back there someplace. He had always been back there. He had stalked her without her knowing for days and weeks before he had kidnapped her. She had lived in the cage where he was always just out of sight but could show up at any time to rape or torture her before returning her to the cage. Then he had offered her freedom and she had run as fast as she could. It had not mattered that she was barefoot and naked. It was unimportant that she had no food or water. The cuts on her feet were ignored as she ran. She only knew that he was still back there and she feared that he would come for her. She ate nuts and berries and drank from the cold streams she crossed. She had dozed under a fallen tree through the cold night and had awakened shivering and stiff. The bugs feasted on her bare flesh as she ran from him but she would subject herself to worse as the price of her freedom. She might die here in the woods but she would be free when she did. Just before noon on the second day she was crossing a clearing when she was struck by the bullet. Low and to the side in her belly it had plowed a path through her guts and had knocked her down as it had exited through her left side. The pain had stunned her but the knowledge that he was back there yet had shook her to her morrow. Staggering to her feet she had run until she dropped from exhaustion. As she lay recovering she checked her wound, it did not seem too bad and she had forced herself to move on. That night she entered hell, her belly was burning and the drink that she had take to quench her raging thirst had only acted like gasoline on a fire. Her belly had exploded with waves of agony and she had almost drowned when she had collapsed into the stream. She had spent the night laying in a small pocket lined with moss. Freezing and burning at the same time she knew that her time was running out. Today would see her saved or see her die. When she staggered to her feet in the early morning light she heard something behind her and she had forced herself into a shambling lurching run. Whenever she would slow or stop the noise was back there and she was sure that he was still there. The sun was high when she finally could go no further. She found a soft spot at the base of a large tree and armed herself with a stout stick and a fist sized rock. Here she would make her stand. This was a good place to die and she imagined herself going down fighting as he closed in to kill her.
He was there. She had failed to notice his approach and screamed when she saw him standing before her. He laughed at her poor attempts to escape or fight and congratulated her on her guts and will. She had been worthy game and he wished that all of his hunts were as good but now it was over and it was time for her to die. Was she willing to earn an easy death or was she willing to let him sit there and watch as the fire burning in her guts ended her life some hours from now. It would be a very ugly and painful way to die but it was her choice. He would be quite happy to watch her suffering for several hours but because she had led him on such a good chase he was willing to allow her an easy way out. All she would have to do would be to roll over and let him fuck her in the ass one last time and after he was done he would stick the barrel of his gun in her ass and shoot her. A brief flash of pain and it would be over for her. She hated the thought of him touching her again but the pain in her belly was expanding to take her over and she found herself rolling over and spreading her ass cheeks. He slipped easily into the well used hole and started pumping away. Each thrust sent waves of agony through her body but she gritted  her teeth and waited for the signs that he was almost done. He did not linger but just hammered his way to orgasm and she felt his spray as he finished. The emptiness in her ass after he pulled out was filled by the cold metal on the gun. She closed her eyes and waited for the explosion that would take her life and end her suffering. When it came it drove the breath from her lungs and with the air there was a spray of blood that coated the moss. She tried to catch her breath  but her lungs wouldn’t work and as she tried to understand what had happened his knife parted the tender skin of her throat and freed the red fountains there. She saw the first jets and things went dark.
