You step forward towards the lake, but feel your body hesitate. That lake is in a VERY open clearing, and Catori could probably see you rushing towards it from wherever she is now. It’s best to keep going, you tell yourself, realizing that if you do end up in close quarters combat with this woman, you’re better off surrendering than fighting this de-hydrated.
Just as you go to keep moving through the forest, you see Puma Catori across the lake, studying it, waiting. She’s expecting you to drink from it, waiting for you to make this mistake. You realize that you’ve outsmarted her twice, so far, and your resolve grows that you can survive until sunset.
You slowly work your way through the forest, trying to walk in irregular patterns and pointing your feet in odd directions. You go on this way for two, maybe three hours, without another sighting from Puma Catori. You’re well into mid-afternoon by the position of the sun.
Suddenly, you hear a large crack, as a branch of a large tree falls to the ground, crashing into the forest floor below. You look up and see a flock of birds fly up, all of this happening very close to your current position.
[[You sprint, making a run for it, as fast as you can, for as long as you can. She’s close, and you have to make distance. ->Ribs]]
[[You see a tree nearby that you think you can climb. Hiding worked well the last time, and maybe you can get the drop on her. ->Moves Quick]]You resolve yourself to get a drink out of that lake, but you’ve got to be quick about it. You’ve recovered your stamina, so as soon as you get out of the noisy brush and into the meadow, you sprint as fast as you can to the lake, nearly falling in as you quickly slide your feet into the ground.
You bend down and scoop some water into your hands, but realize this is *really* inefficient. So, you dunk your head into the water, like an animal, and take large gulps, only stopping to cough and take a breath. You finish with a second helping, feeling recharged, the cool water soaking the top of your head, a welcome reprieve from the sunburn slowly forming on your scalp.
Just as you go to pull your head back up, you feel a hand push your head completely under the water. You’re completely unprepared for this, and quickly realize the surprise has you breathe in a large mouthful of water, suffocating you. Your lungs scream in agony as you try to hold what remaining oxygen you have and force your head up.
Catori casually continues drowning you with one hand, noticing the muscles on your back tense wildly as you try and escape. She uses her other hand to feel and squeeze your very engaged back muscles, your latissimus dorsi.
"Good backstrap on this doe." She says to herself, licking her lips, as she patiently waits for you to die.
Finally, as your eyes feels like they are going to bulge out of your skull, blood vessels popping, your burning lungs suck in more water than you had a chance to drink. As you flood with fluid, your expression changes to a somewhat comical expression of panic, of defeat, and then, of nothing.
GAME OVER. YOU WERE SNUFFED.
Deeper in the forest, in a lovely clearing with a meadow, a log cabin sits cozy with a smoking chimney.
It’s rare that Puma Catori uses her Sous Vide machine, but she feels it’s appropriate as you liked water so much. Your “backstrap” as she called it is vacuum sealed in a bag, enjoying a nice bath of 137 degrees, slowing being cooked to an exact temperature. When you’re plated, and served, you look very rare, a bright red, part of the presentation of this French technique. You’re served with Pommes Anna and one glass of white wine.
Your head is also enjoying a nice soak, in a large stockpot, with the water set to a roaring boil. Once all of your flesh is melted off, she plans to store your skull as a part of her oddities collection. You won’t be recognizable against the other skulls, but you’ll be collected, none the less.
The rest of you is wrapped in butcher paper and stored in her freezer. She hasn't decided what to eat next off of you, but will in good time.
***
[[**CHECKPOINT: WEDNESDAY MIDNIGHT->Three Choices]]**“Um, I’d like to see your house, I’m sure I’d like it there.” You try to sound casual, hoping to keep the friendly vibe going long enough to plan your next move.
She nods, slowly, like she understands something you do not.
"Yes, I have quite the view picked out for you, as a matter of fact."
She begins to crawl up, once again mounting you. She pulls you into her, hugging you in so tight that it strains your neck.
“Thank you for providing me with such a worthy hunt. I will not forget you, your sacrifice, your meat. I take what you give me and I promise to use it well.”
You don’t like the past tense of this, but she’s holding you so tight that you can’t say or do anything.
“I offer you a painless death. Go to the other side, and wait for me there. We will meet again.”
Before you can say anything else, she snaps your neck, leaving your body limp. She continues hugging you close for several minutes, soaking in the moment of her best ever hunt.
GAME OVER. YOU WERE SNUFFED.
Deeper in the forest, in a lovely clearing with a meadow, a log cabin sits cozy with a smoking chimney.
Inside, Puma Catori has a cast iron pan out, heated to smoking, as she carefully lays your freshly carved cunt steak into the pan. It sears loudly, and she expertly scoops a light pan sauce on top to keep it moist. In another pan, mashed potatoes, a perfect side dish for a hunt like you.
Once you're cooked to rare, she slides you on a plate, garnishes you with an herb, and dollops mashed potatoes right next to you. Your table is shared with an earthy salad, freshly tossed from plants growing from her garden. She uncorks and pours some of her best wine, she's saved for a special occasion.
She sits, smiles, and slowly slices her first bite. She looks right into your eyes as she does so, as your now taxidermized, stuffed head is mounted on a plaque, having quite the view from over her fireplace. She smiles as she tastes you, as you are JUST as delicious as she remembers.
She's decided to not freeze all of you, leaving a large portion of you wrapped and stored in her refrigerator. She won't be making another quarry request soon. She plans on eating off you all week. No, all month.
***
[[**CHECKPOINT: WEDNESDAY MIDNIGHT->Three Choices]]**"Ok, I just need to find somewhere to hide. Sure, this is her forest, but she’s not perfect. She's just a person, like me." You try to step lightly and gracefully as you go deeper in the forest, not wanting to make too much noise. You consider hiding in brush, or up a tree, or even near a small lake, before settling on a small crevice, a cave of sorts, underneath a nook.
You remember that she has your scent, as well as can probably track you, so you run just past your hiding spot, making deep footprints, before gracefully gliding back. You JUST get into position as you can hear her approaching. Your heart is POUNDING in your chest, so loud you're certain she can hear it, as she walks closer...and closer...until...
She takes the bait, and walks past. She slowly gets quieter, and is gone. You decide that this is the best place for you to hide, and decide to wait here for a while. But you doubt you’ll fool her forever, so just about noon, you creep out, and quickly make your way through the forest.
You can’t recall which direction is which, so going back to the Jeep is now out. As you carefully navigate the brush, you notice that small lake, again. The cerulean hue of the water instantly makes you realize how dry your mouth is. You can’t remember the last time you’ve had a drink of anything, and you’re suddenly dizzy as extreme dehydration sets in.
[[Keep going through the forest. You’ve built a good distance, and the lake is in a very visible clearing. You’ll have to deal with the consequences of lack of water later. ->Don't Drink]]
[[Rush out and drink as much as you can. You won’t be able to outlast her in your current condition, but one, long drink should cover you the rest of the day. ->Drown]]After surveying the three options, you decide that the hunter type will be the easiest to hopefully talk out of dining on you. You try to remain still, sickly, and otherwise unappetizing as the tradwife and farmer take their time having a pass at you. But, when the hunter looking woman has her turn, you try to look lively, stick out parts of your body that you assume she wants to eat, and otherwise are pleasant, smiling, and lively.
You aren't sure what's appetizing, but you do your best.
Your plan works, for better or worse. You don't know this for a while, as you're forced to wait, but eventually, you’re freshly tied up, completely immobilized as a rope encircles your torso. Your ankles are also freshly bound, only allowing you to gingerly walk. Your hands are lastly clasped in front, allowing you to be easily hung by the wrists, if needed. You're lastly gagged, which you resent the most, as you'll need to be able to speak to get out of *whatever* comes next.
The tall, lean, very muscular looking woman slowly walks over to you, like a hunter stalking her prey. She’s got a nativity to her skin tone and complexion, and dark, raven like hair. She stands in your personal bubble for several minutes, just breathing you in.
Slowly, she nods to herself, and easily picks you up over her shoulder, carrying you to a Jeep. The world is upside down, as you stare helplessly at the sky overhead, a rather beautiful collection of stars this night. You hear the back door open, and you’re very gently laid down on a blanket and pillow, the backseat fashioned to be a rather comfortable bed.
She slowly takes off your gag.
“What’s going to hap-“
“Ssshhh. That’s not to be decided this night.” She reaches in her center console and pulls out a small glass jar, pulls out a cork plug, and fills a small medicine cup with a green liquid. “You will drink this. It’s made from the herbs of my home, a natural melatonin.”
You don’t really have the opportunity to protest, as she forcibly opens your mouth by squeezing your cheeks with a vice grip of a hand, pouring the liquid down your throat. She then reapplies your gag, fluffs the pillow behind you, and tucks you in your blanket.
“Rest, now. You will need it.”
You aren’t even out of the parking lot when you feel the feel the melatonin take over, and you snuggle into the pillow as you drift off to sleep.
***
You awake suddenly as you hear a door slam shut, and can smell the dew of morning. You pretend to be asleep as you hear the huntress gather supplies, and through one eye open, you see she’s placed the keys to the Jeep in the sun visor. Just then, the backdoor opens, and you’re carried over her shoulder through a beautiful, lush, green forest – the sounds of birds chirping in the muggy, steamy summer air.
You’re carried like this for what seems like an hour, until there’s a break in the trees, a small clearing. You’re carefully set down on your feet, and you can only watch as she slowly draws a large hunting knife that she keeps sheathed at her shoulder.
“Hold still. Wouldn’t want to nick you.” She says with a smirk that indicates she wouldn’t mind cutting you with this knife, sooner or later.
She slowly…cuts through your binds – removing the rope over your torso, legs, hands, ankles. She lastly takes the time to cut through your gag, but, instead of removing it from the clasp, she rests the cold steel of the blade gently against your neck as she cuts through, holding piercing eye contact, studying you.
She then takes a long whiff of you, closing her eyes, as you imagine she’s somehow trying to learn your scent. A curious, confused look slowly forms on her face, and she wets a finger and traces it across your belly, before putting it in her mouth, tasting it. Her eyes narrow as she tries to determine what exactly you taste like.
“…It’s a long story.” You say, realizing that you’re likely still coated from your simmer in the Eternal Broth.
“Let us hope you live long enough to tell.” She says, before slowly taking several paces back, like she’s preparing herself for a duel. She then takes a wide stance, her chest out, looking even taller, bigger than she was before.
“I am Puma Catori, of the Sleeping Willow Forest. For many generations, before this place had a name, before my people were known to anyone else, my ancestors hunted this land. I honor my heritage by continuing their tradition.
“I've hunted many women here. You should be honored." She says, with a bravado, a boom in her voice. "Announce yourself to me."
"Listen, um, so, I'm not from around here, I didn’t know about Subjugation Day, I..."
Puma Catori slowly raises her rifle to the sky, and fires off one round, the sound echoing through the trees.
"I said, ANNOUNCE YOURSELF to ME." she growls.
You take a moment to consider her words. Your situation. You realize you’re not going to talk her out of…hunting you…but you CAN, no, you have to survive this. So it goes.
"My name...is Scarlett Sky, of North Carolina. And...I've worked too hard, and been through too much SHIT, to just let you fucking EAT me." You say, and you notice your stance widens as well, your chest sticks out. Your anxiety is replaced with adrenaline, your flight replaced with fight. You feel, somehow, prepared for this moment, ready for the challenge.
Catori's head leans back, her eyes narrow, like she's looking down through her nostrils.
"Good. Give me the hunt I deserve. If you do, there will be a reward in it for you, I promise." She says with a level of sincerity that seems genuine.
“The only reward I want is my freedom…” You take a moment to consider the gauntlet you’re about to throw down, before you continue. “…offer me a chance to have my life back. And…I’ll give you the best hunt you’ve ever had.”
Puma Catori grins, her face becoming animal like, hungry, intense. She slowly points back behind her, towards the sun, with her gaze still fixed on you.
“The forest will speak for our battle. If you can last past sunset, then you will be the winner, and I will let you go free. But, if I catch you before then…”
She takes a moment, for dramatic effect.
“…I will dine upon your flesh this night.”
You nod, and ready yourself. She raises her rifle slowly to the sky once again.
For a moment, a stillness in the forest. A quiet. Just the sounds, the laws of nature at work. A breeze shuffles the leaves on the ground, in some strange symphony of how your life, your purpose will be decided in one moment, or gone the next.
"Give me the hunt I've been waiting for!" She screams, firing another bullet into the sky.
You backpedal one, two steps, before sprinting as fast as you fucking can into the woods. You run hard for what feels like 5 minutes, until you stop to catch your heaving breath, knowing you need to plan your next move. It looks to be about 10:00am, based on the position of the sun.
You hear a second gunshot, farther away, but too close for comfort. The hunt is on.
[[She doesn’t know you saw the keys are in her sun visor. Go back the way you came, sneak past her, and steal her jeep. You’ll get lost if you go any deeper in the wood.->Stew]]
[[Find a good hiding spot. You’d like to keep running, but your lungs are already burning, and you need a minute to plan and process what’s happening. ->Hides]]Puma Catori slowly positions herself for your “reward,” and you watch her hand trace back for a coil of rope tied at her waist.
As suddenly as you can move, you reach forward, grabbing the knife out of her shoulder pocket. Just as quickly, you lunge the blade upward, and forward, and blood splashes on your hand. You take a breath, focusing your eyes through the concussion, to see that the amount of blood you’ve drawn isn’t nearly as much as you expected.
You look up and see that you’ve sliced her right cheek, as she was able to pull her head back just in time. You make a second attempt, but she blocks, and wrestles you for control the knife. Slowly, she is able to turn the blade towards you, with you pushing back, your lives hanging in this delicate balance.
She has leverage, and strength, and you can only taste the dryness in your throat as she lowers the blade slowly, until it is poking through the skin directly over your heart. You fight with every inch of strength you have to stop her from advancing any further, but she is able to slowly slide the blade into your chest, one centimeter at a time. Just as you feel her knife pierce your heart, your strength gives out, the blade quickly sliding into your body to the hilt, an exhale driving the last breath out of your body. Your eyes look at Catori frantically, before they slowly go still, frozen in this last gasp against the inevitable.
GAME OVER. YOU WERE SNUFFED.
Deeper in the forest, in a lovely clearing with a meadow, a log cabin sits cozy with a smoking chimney.
The slice in your heart that took your life also split it nicely, starting the process of trimming and preparing it that Puma Catori now finishes. Your heart is sprinkled with salt and pepper, sliced into medallions, and gently stretched and placed in a very small frying pan. The sudden transference of heat almost makes your meat looks like it regains a pulse, but you are long gone.
Catori decides that she will have no side dishes, no distractions from the significance of this meal. She will likely go to bed a bit hungry, but she is OK with that. She has to stay hungry, if she’s going to stay alive.
She’s also decided to not tend the wound you’ve sliced in her face. She’s going to let it scar, as a reminder to herself to never underestimate her pray, never let her guard down, again.
As you’re plated, she walks past the kitchen table, and sits in an easy chair in her living room. She takes a bite of your heart into her mouth, savoring the gamey flavor of the part of you that once gave you life, and her toes curl and dig into the rug underneath.
That rug, of course, is you. She’s taken the rest of the day to skin you, making a perfect Scarlett throw rug for her den, your last gasp still evident in your frozen face that stares blankly at her fireplace.
You were a worthy hunt, worthy of being a fine trophy. She plans on gorging herself tomorrow, celebrating the battle with your flesh throughout the long weekend ahead.
***
[[**CHECKPOINT: WEDNESDAY MIDNIGHT->Three Choices]]**You carefully prance over to a large tree that you can shimmy up, recalling all the trees you climbed as a child. You’re just able to get up the bark, and onto some branches, when you hear a rustling in the brush. You hold still, and lean down, trying to blend in, when you see her, Puma Catori, slowly making her way through the forest, almost like she expects to see you at any moment.
You hold your breath as she walks directly underneath. You feel a droplet of sweat form on your forehead, and can only watch as it drips down, splashing on a leaf directly behind her. She stops, turns, and crouches down, before slowly looking up, her eyes widening at the sight of her pray.
You go to shuffle down quickly, but ironically, the branch holding you snaps and you tumble down to the earth, nearly landing on her. You quickly rush to your feet and charge into her, which knocks her clean on her ass, her rifle flying off behind her. You then take off as fast as you can in the opposite direction.
You just keep moving, telling yourself – go – and don’t look back. You hear a gunshot that nearly knocks you off your feet, due to how loud a sound it makes, and you’re happy to realize you’re still running. You keep going even as you feel a stinging at your side, likely a cramp in your oblique.
You go as long as you can, until you see a giant patch of vegetation so thick that you practically roll into it, laying down to hide and recover. You finally have time to gather yourself, as you lay on your back, staring at the sun, which appears to be on its way down. You realize your side is still aching, and instinctively touch, looking at your hand to see blood. You jump up, and carefully look down to see you were grazed, but not struck, by a bullet.
“I was…” You feel where your skin, hot, has been sliced open, and measure with your fingers. “…six inches away from being supper.” You realize that choosing to be assertive, to charge her, and knock the gun away probably was the difference between being alive in this moment, or dead.
You shake your head, trying to collect yourself. *“Now I know what Bambi felt like.”* You think, shaking your head, and notice that your hand is trembling, as you feel your face flush, your breath starting to go shallow. You look down and realize your hand isn’t shaking, it’s rubbing your clit to the exhilaration of being hunted for your meat.
“What the FUCK is wrong with me?” You say out-loud, pulling your hand back, resolving that as GOOD as that felt, your lasting legacy in this world won’t be being snuffed while masturbating.
You wait a while in the shrub patch, but Catori doesn’t come. You decide it’s best to keep moving, slowly inching through the forest, noticing that early evening is setting in. The forest, as the daylight slowly fades, gets quiet. Too quiet.
You’re completely lost now, for sure. Even if you lasted until dark, you’d never find your way out of here. You realize you hadn’t thought of that earlier, that even if you got this far, how would you ever get out?
You hear a small crackling behind you, like a twig being stepped on, so you rush behind a large tree. You close your eyes, trying to blend in with the bark, and wait. Minutes pass. A half hour passes. You slowly peer your head around the tree, and see nothing. You exhale, allow yourself to relax for a second.
Just as that relaxation takes hold, you feel a sudden grip around your waist as you’re lifted from your feet and suplexed on to the ground, you landing head first on a tree root with a brutal thud. All of the wind is knocked out of you, and when you open your eyes, the trees appear blue, and the sky looks green. Puma Catori slowly mounts you, eyeing you for the kill.
“You have been an excellent hunt. I think you’ve earned your…reward.”
[[You can see her knife glimmering in the sunlight, sheathed in her shoulder pocket. Grab for it quickly and cut her throat. ->Knife]]
[[You have a concussion. Your brain says “A reward doesn’t sound so bad. Maybe it’s something sweet?”->Scarlett Sky]]You nod and ready yourself for your fastest sprint of the day. She’s close, too close, and you’ve got to make distance. You take in a big inhale, feeling your ribs expand, and take off, running like your life literally depends on it.
You’re crashing loudly through the woods, but you’re committed to this. You run, and run, and run, farther than you even thought was possible, until you literally double over in pain, stopping to take long, heaving breaths. Your chest aches, your ribs feel like they are going to snap. You take just a moment to kneel, and just as you get back to standing, you feel a bullet rip through your oblique and settle firmly in your lung.
You immediately cough out blood, getting one, two steps forward, before you crash down face first in a pile of leaves. You realize that you’ve been shot right where a hunter would shoot a deer, to preserve the meat, but ensure there would be no escape. You’re no different, you’re just an animal like any other, soon to be on a hunter’s plate.
You can’t breathe as blood fills up your lung, and the last thing you see is Puma walking over to stand and watch as you expire. Everything is so quiet now, after all the noise you just made.
You drift away from this world, settling into the meat you were meant to be.
GAME OVER. YOU WERE SNUFFED.
Deeper in the forest, in a lovely clearing with a meadow, a log cabin sits cozy with a smoking chimney.
Inside, your huntress has a slab of your ribs on a baking sheet, which she is coating with an ample amount of dry rub. She's decided to oven bake them for a nice barbeque dinner, as you spend so much time running around and scampering, that she might as well have those first.
You'll be served with a baked potato and a nice glass of red wine. Not her best glass, but you weren't her best hunt.
You spent so much time heaving in your last minutes, that she realized that your mouth, going so wide, and then so narrow, would make a cute faucet in her garden. She’s going to paint it like stained glass, and attach it to a spicket, so you can take a big exhale every time she wants to water her vegetables.
Your hunt was one to remember.
***
[[**CHECKPOINT: WEDNESDAY MIDNIGHT->Three Choices]]**“I’d like my reward now, thank you.” You say, as for a second, you think you’re back in primary school, the lump on your head aching. She slowly reaches for the rope tied at her waist, and before you realize what’s happened, she’s tied you by the waist to a tree, with your hands also bound behind your back. Only your legs are free to move from this position.
“I promised a reward, and you promised to be a great hunt. So, for one good deed…”
She leans in, and gently kisses your lips.
“…cums another.”
She slowly starts to kiss down your neck, down your chest, and south, further, towards your naval. You squirm, as you're "not that way", but your body betrays you as she starts to kiss your inner thighs. You can only watch as her lips, her breath make their way inwards. She looks up, and grins.
“I’m going to have *this* as my appetizer first, and then, as my main course.”
You begin to melt, and breathe heavily, as she expertly, like she's tasted this type of flesh SO many times, places her lips on your pussy, applying firm pressure at the top of your mound while her tongue works your clit from underneath. She gazes up into your eyes as she wears you down, and you get lost in the HEAT of this moment.
You look at the horizon line, and wonder if you can make it until sundown before you release. You try to hold on, but you're just edging yourself, building the orgasm that’s clearly coming. But, you try to think of ANYTHING else, fighting with every fiber of your being to not cum.
You hear her giggle.
“You’re a warrior to the end, I see. Go ahead, fight it. See if you can out last me.” She takes a break from giving you the best oral you’ve ever had just to say these words, and is back to work eating you before you can say anything else.
You feel your belly quiver, your legs begin to kick wildly, your toes curl in, and your body fully convulse. You can feel the orgasm coming now, like a train headed straight for the exit of a tunnel, and you scream out as she brings you to an orgasm so powerful that it drives all of the oxygen out of your body.
You’re left panting, satisfied, content. Absolutely fine with whatever comes next. You slowly pick your head up to look at the sun, and it’s just a bit over the horizon line.
“Whatever.” You say, shaking your head at your predicament, realizing that holding out on an orgasm to save your life was an absurd proposition. *“But, a pretty good one.”* You think to yourself.
Puma Catori slowly licks her face clean, savoring your juices, your scent, your flavor.
“You fought even when there was no way out. You are indeed worthy of the title of best hunt." She nods, her eyes slowly squinting, considering her next move. "Do you have any final requests on how you'll be prepared?"
[[You ask to be prepared in the forest. It's probably not what she was planning on, but you've become fond of the place. ->Thurs PM]]
[[You ask to be prepared in her home. It can’t be nearby, as you haven’t stumbled by it yet. This should give you time to find some way out of being tonight’s dinner. ->Filet]]"I'm not going to just sit here and be killed; I'm just going to circle back and get the fuck out of here." You say to yourself. “This is her land, after all, there’s no way I’m going to last an entire day playing hide and seek with a professional hunter.”
With a deep breath, you pick up your feet, getting a deer like gallop going, before going for a full sprint. You run back taking a curved approach, so you can run around her, not head into her. You fight off any instinct of fatigue, convincing yourself you only need this short burst of stamina, even as your quads cramp, aching from the effort and heat.
You don't get longer than a few minutes into this plan before a bullet pierces through your right thigh, knocking you off your feet and into the earth with a thud. You scream in agony, looking down at your hand to see blood pouring into it, and try to get back up, but crumble in defeat. You roll on your back and stare up into the morning light.
Puma Catori approaches, slowly, and stands over you. She hasn't even broken a sweat, and has already finished you.
"Stupid girl, what kind of strategy was that? How....disappointing." She says, taking one last look at you, before aiming her rifle between your eyes.
You only get one arm up in protest before she blows your brains out the back of your skull, leaving your body limp in the morning light.
GAME OVER. YOU WERE SNUFFED.
Epilogue:
Deeper in the forest, in a lovely clearing with a meadow, a log cabin sits cozy with a smoking chimney.
Inside, Catori stands over her stove, opening a Dutch oven lid to stir a large pot of now Scarlett Stew. *"I don't usually have stew on hunt days…"* She thinks to herself, *"…but I don't usually get to the cooking this early."* She sighs, and then ladles a large helping of your thigh meat, along with potatoes, carrots, and onion into a large bowl. She garnishes it with freshly baked bread.
She sits down at her table, scrolling her phone, signing herself up for next week’s quarry. Your head sits in her trash can, face down, disposed of, forgotten. The rest of you is hung up by the ankles outside to bleed out, to be made into jerky and other dried, cured meats.
***
[[**CHECKPOINT: WEDNESDAY MIDNIGHT->Three Choices]]**Backstory: After several days of avoiding being snuffed and eaten, protagonist and Dolcett world outsider Scarlett Sky is scooped up off the streets of Dolcett. Scarlett has come here in search of a million dollar reward, knowing that in this strange, dangerous place, it's quite legal for women to be snuffed and served on a plate. Scarlett avoids pitfall after pitfall, but doesn't know the customs of this world, and is grabbed off the street, blindfolded, and drugged into a deep, dark sleep...
Story begins:
You're lost in a dream. In this dream, you're trapped in a small hallway, with several doors in front of you. You try to open one, but it leads nowhere, and the walls get narrower. You try another, and the walls move so close you can't breathe.
Suddenly, you realize something. The way out has been in front of you the whole time. You just couldn't see it. You just didn't remember. It's been there, in front of you, the whole time. A secret passage. Just asking for you to reach out, and press down.
"Wake up girl, come on."
The world you've spent the last four days in slowly comes back into focus, and you blink until your eyes can focus. You're locked in a small cage, naked, with several other women. One is in the corner, sobbing. The others have a lifelessness in their eyes, a loss of any hope. The cage is only lit by a bright red light, saturating the room in a crimson hue.
The woman that woke you is staring at you, wondering if you've really woken up.
"...what's happened to me?" you mutter.
"Well, you're at the Subjugation Auction. You're about to be sold. I just thought you should know. Would suck to wake up on a spit."
She reveals a vape in her hand, how she smuggled it in here naked, who can say. She offers you a hit, and you politely decline.
"What do you mean, sold? I'm a person. You can't sell people."
"Well, that's where you're wrong, on multiple counts. First of all, you've ALREADY been sold, by whoever brought you in. He sold you HERE, and next, you'll be sold a SECOND time to whoever takes you home."
"I should've known this would happen." You say, shaking your head, processing yesterday's events, as well as those strange feelings you've had all week. "Someone's been following me for days."
"Following you? No, that's not it." She says, with a tone that makes you feel somewhat stupid. "Subjugation is only allowed on Wednesdays. If anything, whoever you think was following you-"
The bright red light suddenly turns yellow, the amber glow changing the lighting, but not the mood.
"Almost time, now." She says, looking up, taking a drag of her vape.
"Time for what? To be, sold, and then...eaten?" You can only assume you'll be sold as meat.
"Well, of course eaten, but some of *them* like to play with you first. It just depends on the buyer. The OTHER thing is - you're not a person anymore, either. Once you were caught on the street on Subjugation night, you lost all of your rights. You're just an object for someone's amusement, and, well, stomach, now."
"There's got to be a way out of here?" You say, desperate not to give up.
"Afraid not, hun. Sorry, there's absolutely ZERO chance you'll escape the auction house. Once you're sold off, you'll be tied in Dolcett's finest rope and bind, and loaded in the car. Whatever happens next is totally up to them..."
You stare blankly back, the same look of hopelessness you saw in the other women slowly forming in your own eyes.
"...sorry hun, it's best you take a moment to accept it. Send a prayer or whatever for a quick death. The people who buy from here aren't usually into mercy."
You wander away to find a quiet corner to cry. You squat down, looking vacantly through the bars, processing the despair of your situation. There's even a sadness that you won't see Charlene again. Like a promise unkept.
But, no tears come. There's something about the last few days that has hardened you, strengthened your resolve. You shake your head, and slowly stand up.
"…I'm not finished yet." You say, feigning the confidence you desperately wish you felt.
"Oh, is that right?" Your cell mate lowers her vape in curiosity, enjoying the brief flash of hope in this place.
"Yes. There's got to be..." Suddenly, an idea hits you, like a bolt of lightning. "What about after I'm sold? Can I convince them to let me go? Will I become a person again?"
Your cell mate laughs. "Oh, sure, I mean, it's happened. But the odds of it, psh, they're like...."
The yellow light suddenly changes to green. You hear footsteps approaching.
"Okay, listen quick.” she says. “If you REALLY think you can survive this, it's important that you choose well." You can feel her pace quicken, the words rushing out of her mouth.
"Choose?"
"You're going to be led to a silent auction room, and your potential bidders will get a minute or so to assess you. My advice - look lively for the one that you want to pick you, and look sick, or dying to the others. But you need to pick well - you MIGHT be able to convince one of them to let you go, but all three? No chance."
The door opens, and two men in suits grab you. You decide not to resist, saving your escape plan for once you're...sold. You look back to thank...and realize, you never bothered to ask her name. You just nod, and she waves back. You'll never see each other again, even if you survive what comes next.
As you're walked to the staging area, you see three people waiting just outside your auction door. They must be your potential buyers.
The first you swear you recognize from countless social media reels you've been targeted with. She's got that whole "Tradwife" aesthetic going on, complete with a vintage dress, heels, and an apron - who wears an apron in public? She's taking selfies, and you notice that she's got one of those diamond heart collar necklaces on.
The second gives you a chill to even look at her. A real Amazon, no, an Indigenous woman. She's over 6 feet tall, even leaning against the wall. She's got on a sort of military outfit on, and her shorts show off the most defined quadriceps you've ever seen on a woman. She's got her head down, but you can tell she's studying you, like a hunter stalking her prey.
The last is an older man, with a long gray beard. He sits, slumped over, in dirty overalls, and a straw hat. You can tell even in the brief seconds you see him that his hands are calloused, a real working man of the land. You imagine he works on a farm. No, rather, farming, and the things that go with that, must be his life.
You're locked in the waiting area. In just a moment, your buyers will get their private time to give you a closer look. The decision you make next will determine how much longer you live.
[[Choose the Hunter. She's probably looking for a challenge, and won't snuff you right away. There's probably a way to prove yourself to her.->Hunt]]
WRITER'S NOTE: In the full story, you have 3 choices here, but in this hunt stand alone, you only have one choice.
You feel a certain romance towards this place that’s grown over the last few hours. Maybe it’s Catori rubbing off on you, but you feel the magic, the wonder of the trees. This is your home now, too.
“Here is good. I like it here.” you say.
“The forest likes you too, Scarlett.” She whispers, breathing in the evening air. “Yes, a special feast, for a special hunt. It will take some time to prepare.” She stands, and looks around at the various trees nearby, before nodding.
Slowly, you’re untied from the bark of the large oak, with the rope refastened around your ankles. Catori then throws the rope over a branch, and pulls you up. You dangle upside down, swinging in the gentle forest wind. You mumble to yourself that you could’ve resisted further, but between the orgasm, the concussion, and the lack of any sustenance in several days, you’re fucking exhausted.
As you see Catori gather wood for what you assume will be the fire you’ll be cooked over, you pass out.
***
You wake up to a crackling, a sound of embers burning, and a heat on your face. You realize for a second that this is the sound and feeling of being cooked alive, and open your eyes to expect to see the fires dancing over your body, claiming your meat. But, as your eyes focus, you notice you’re still hanging upside down, in the same place, but the world is very different.
Catori is just finishing building the flame of a small fire. You notice that there’s a large hole dug underneath you, and a second hole just to the side. You wager that is where your blood will go, and your guts will go, very shortly. You also notice a well carved, very sharp stick, which you expect she’ll roast your cunt on like a marshmallow once it’s been carved from your body, after your existence is carved from this world.
You sigh, somewhat loudly. You’re so tired. You just want this to be over.
Puma Catori, Huntress of the Sleeping Willow Forest, stands, and walks over, her knife in hand. She looks different now – between being upside down, the likely brain bleed, and the changing in the evening lights, she almost presents like an apparition. A ghost? An angel. Here to take you to the other side.
“I am glad you have found your way back here. Do you like what I’ve prepared for you?” She says, her arm presenting the small campsite she’s built in your honor.
“It’s so nice. Thank you. Really. For being so nice to me.” You wanted to talk her out of what comes next, but you’re over it. You’re dinner, but at least a valued, respected dinner. You could’ve died worse.
Catori slowly draws your hair back, exposing your neck, lining up her knife with your carotid artery.
“Let your last words honor you. Then, become a part of me." Catori's voice echoes these words, like they are part of some song, some tradition that has gone on longer than time itself.
Your eyes well up with tears, but not from sadness. You accept your fate, really. The tears come from a sudden observance of beauty. From your upside-down view, you see the most perfect bouquet of colors surround you, as you watch the sun cross the horizon, the crimson tapestry of colors flooding your retinas, as you take in the perfect scarlet sky.
"The sun has set." You say, with finality.
"How poetic. Your words honor a true warrior such as yourself." she says, nodding.
She readies her blade, the tip pressing into your throat. Her shoulder leans back, ready to strike, but then, she pauses, considering your words.
Slowly, she turns her head, and gazes behind her to watch as the last of the sun vanishes, behind the horizon, settling beyond what could be - from what is.
"...the forest has spoken." Puma Catori's words exit her lips in a hush, like she's afraid to disturb the significance of this moment.
***
An hour later, you're sitting in the passenger seat of the Jeep, under a cozy blanket, as you've accepted a ride back to town from the woman who just spent the last 10+ hours trying to kill you. She's signing loudly to the radio, she strangely has a thing for 80's pop music. You'll take the reprieve. You've somehow survived another day.
As she drives, she pulls out a large thermos that you saw her fill with *something*, and takes a sip. She did miss dinner, after all. You realize that you also missed dinner, and have, for several days.
So, when she offers a sip, you don't think about it, like a teenage girl at her first big party. You grab the container, and take a gulp, the hot broth waking you up with a jolt, as it’s thick, delicious and full of flavor. You can feel the nutrients rush through your body and for a moment, and you feel like a new person, an entirely different person, somehow. You look down at the thermos, look over at Catori, and don't say a word. You have another sip. And another. Soon, you've drank more than half of the thermos, and feel your stomach rumble a bit, and you burp. She laughs.
Just as you go to hand the broth back to Catori, you pass out, full now, exhausted.
She smiles, and turns the radio down.
THIS IS THE END OF THE HUNT EXCEPRT OF THIS STORY. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT! -
J
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