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When he still doesn’t answer, she gets more fidgety and begins rambling. “Oh wow,” she laughs nervously. “That’s... hot. Kinda creepy-hot. Wait, am I allowed to talk to you? Or is this like, ‘I’m gonna kill you now’ vibes?”
He reaches for her arm, gripping her so tightly she opens her mouth like she’s going to yelp, but whatever she sees silences her.
He begins dragging her through the forest, dragging her behind him like a doll. When he finally stops, he shoves her to her knees.
“Wha—okay, okay, this is part of it, right?” she asks. “You’re not really gonna?—”
I can seehimfrom this angle.The Hunter.
His dick comes into view of her camera and her eyes widen, mouth already watering. She has no idea what he’s about to do to her.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he snaps, and she immediately complies.
He thrusts into her mouth, taking himself all the way to the back of her throat. She gags hard, but she resists the urge to bite down.
I feel like I shouldn’t be watching this. It feels wrong to be watching this. She doesn’t know.
How could she have known?
But I force myself to keep watching. The only way I’ll get answers is if I watch until the end.
The Hunter forces himself down her throat, furiously fucking her face while he verbally degrades her.
When he finally pulls out, he mutters, “Swallow it.” Then he unloads himself on her face, spewing his ejaculation all over her.
“Was... was that for the show?” she asks as she tries to catch her breath. There’s mascara and cum smeared all over her face.
These were her final moments.
The Hunter leans in, then smiles the most menacing, gut-wrenching smile I’ve ever witnessed. “No, bitch. That was for me.”
In one twist, he snaps her neck. Her body goes lump and crumbles to the forest floor.
Horror washes over me, and I have to cover my mouth with my hand to stop myself from gagging. Her body twitches for a few seconds before he crouches to her level and readjusts her camera to face the trees.
In the final few seconds of the clip, I watch him walk away from her lifeless body and disappear into the trees like a ghost.
I scramble backward on my hands and knees, putting distance between myself and the screen as it goes black. My stomach heaves, and this time there's enough bile to actually throw up, spattering the forest floor with acid.
I sit back on my heels, processing what I've just seen. This isn't a survival game. This isn't reality TV. This is so far beyond fucked up I can’t wrap my mind around it.
Maxine didn't just die. She was violated, face fucked and then murdered by someone who knew exactly what he was doing and took pleasure in doing it well.
And he was so close to me last night.
Why didn't he kill me? Why spare me when he clearly had the opportunity?
CHAPTER TEN
Olivia
Saturday.
Ifind the cavern by accident, stumbling into it while trying to put as much distance as possible between myself and Max's body.
It's perfect—a natural shelter carved into the rocky ridge that runs along the edge of the forest, hidden behind a curtain of hanging vines and barely visible even when you're standing directly in front of it. The opening is narrow, just wide enough for one person to squeeze through, but inside it opens into a space roughly the size of a small bedroom.
Safe for now. From the elements. Fromhim.One entrance, solid rock walls, and a position high enough to have sight lines across the forest below. If someone comes for me, I'll see them approaching long before they get here.
