Page 68 of Hunted, Season Three

I think Idowant a wedding.

Nothing huge because I don’t know that many people and Mutt doesn’tlikethat many people.

Something outdoors would be nice.

Maybe somewhere with lots of flowers.

Lots of bright and blooming flowers.

Perhaps we BBQ and do beers instead of champagne – not that I get to drink either.

Drive away in a rented old car The Kid loves and has been dying to get behind the wheel of with cans attached to the bumper.

Colors and flavors and other tiny details aren’t something I care about so much as that we’re all together.

That we all say our vows.

Have vowstosay.

Are celebrated.

Celebrate one another.

I think having some sort of actual eventiswhat I want, and despite Posie’s insistence that they’ll just go along with whatever I decide, I’m gonna ask them.

Maybe spreadsheet the shit out.

Toy with a modest budget.

Get a better view ofwhata wedding might look like between us considering our tastes are all over the place.

Ooooo, this’ll give me something fun to do while being trapped inside if it actually does storm!

Opening the door to the bathroom swiftly occurs but having a damp rag smashed over my mouth and nose occurs faster.

Don’t breath!

Don’t breathe it in, Bunny!

The instinct to fight while holding my breath is instant.

I aggressively swing my flailing arms around, determined to hit the unknown male assailant somewhere.

His chest.

Torso.

Balls.

Unluckily for me, he manages to capture one of my arms, limiting my reach during our struggling retreat into the small space, prompting me to recalibrate my escape efforts.

Unwilling to go quietly but knowing better than to deeply inhale – like I would if I were going to scream – I decide to bang around everything and anything I can reach.

Paper towels tumbling to the ground make no noticeable noise.

And neither does the soap bottle falling into the sink.

Bumping into the object itself barely rattles the loose handles, however successfully kicking the mini garbage can into the wall momentarily distracts him enough for me to forcefully jerk my head forward into the bridge of his nose.

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