She had a slender, yet graceful build, her form lithe and elegant, like that of a ballerina. The fight, the threat, seemed suddenly irrelevant in the face of such vulnerability. The weight of it settled within me, and with it came a deep, calming realization. Breaking the silence, I asked, “How did you end up in the woods?”
She gave me a brief rundown of her story, detailing how she and her friend had wandered into the wilderness, lost and desperate. “Ava,” she replied quickly, her voice warm. Slowly she continued until her mouth met my penis. Her steps were cautious as she approached the man and Melina, her eyes focused on what he was doing. As her mind swirled with unspoken questions. Life was cruel, but cruelty had always been part of his penance. The man’s breath caught in his throat, his focus narrowing.
