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   The  stitch in her side joined with the pain in her bare feet to finally halt her desperate flight. A  handy tree supported her as she sucked air and suppressed her panic. She was free, at least for now.  The blue sky was something that she had never expected to see again. He had promised that she would spent the rest of her life screaming and begging for death in the darkened dungeon. She had believed him, and with ample reason, she had been raped, sodomised, whipped, and tortured. Still, she had been lucky that none of the things he had done to her had prevented her from moving and acting when her one chance came. He had been drinking as he abused her and as the booze took affect her bonds were not tied quite right, the door was left unlocked, and at last he had left for some reason. Her frantic struggles were rewarded with a free hand and then total freedom for her as she made her way up and out of hell. \par
    Having no idea of where she was or where safety might be she nevertheless took to a woods trail instead of the drive, there might be less chance that he would find her if she stayed off the road. If he found her trail he could follow her easily, her feet were raw and leaving a blood trail that a blind man could see. Forcing herself to remain calm she rested and thought. Things her old uncle had mentioned as he bored her with his war stories. Something about trails in the jungle, the old boy had been a Lurp and had run for his life in the jungle more than once. Oh yah, stay off them, trails were paths to hell and to use them was to die in ambush. Looking around she knew that she had no choice for all the underbrush seemed to have large thorns that would rip her to shreds in minutes if she strayed from the trail. Well at least she shouldn\rquote t have to worry about a VC ambush here. Much more important to stay ahead of him until she reached safety. There had to be a road or a house around here somewhere.  The sound of waves on a shore guided her to the waters edge. Big water, cold, fresh water, not salt. Where was she? He had grabbed her near Los Vegas but she had been drugged by her drink and had no idea of how long she had been out. She could be almost anywhere. The cold water slaked her thirst as she reached for answers to the mystery. The lake was huge, she could not see the other side. The sun seemed to be in the wrong place for summer. She must be way north of her home. One of the Great Lakes maybe?  Her torn feet begged for the balm of cold water, did she dare? A blown down tree in the water offered some cover so she decided to take a chance. Very soon her feet were numb which ended any idea of swimming any distance but it sure felt good. Slipping all the way into the frigid water allowed her wash away the blood and stink of his touch. Then it was time to move before something bad happened. To her dismay the trail that led her here also ended here. Her choice was the rocky beach or the thorns. Neither was a good choice but at least on the beach she might see a boat  and maybe be rescued. That she would also be exposed to anybody searching for her was not a comforting idea but there was no real choice. She was not going back on the trail she arrived on, no way. As she traveled she noticed the shoreline kept curving to her right without giving any indication of ever changing except for a few small coves here and there. By nightfall she was very tired and getting cold. There had been a hunk of plastic sheeting drifted on shore in one of the coves and now it would have to serve as her blanket. Worming into a mossy place just inside the woods she wrapped herself in the plastic and tried to sleep.  \par
   Morning brought nothing good except sunshine and warmth, she was hungry, deathly tired, hurting all over her abused body, and her feet were so swollen and sore that she had difficulty even standing. A soak in the lake helped but she knew that she was not going anywhere very fast. It had been a rotten night and the day had to be an improvement. If she found no help today she sensed that she would be in serious trouble. Her injuries were worse than she had thought yesterday. Besides her feet she was still bleeding from her anus and pussy, he must have ripped her up worse that she knew. She had found several possible broken bones most of which were just fingers and toes but one was her forearm. Her body was a mass of bruises and whip marks, her shoulders were painful enough that she could not raise either arm over her head, must have been from being hung from her wrists. There were burns on her breasts, the insides of her thighs, in her mouth, and other places from the shock prod. The memory of it buzzing as the pain exploded in her pussy from the cursed thing even now made her catch her breath. Yes she was really hurting and needed help badly. Every movement sent deep stabbing pains through her body, it was going to be a bitch traveling today. The lake and its cold water as her only friend. The stops to soak allowed her to suppress her pain enough to keep moving while the not quite dead fish she gagged down gave her a bit more energy. Then the easy travel ended. Cliffs replaced the rocky beach. Her sprits crashed as she realized the full impact of the change. She would have to leave the lakeshore and fight her way through the thorns and the brush. She just could not do it. When she recovered from her breakdown she was able to assess the situation more calmly. Just before the cliffs started she found a small trail. Low and narrow it looked like a game trail but was the only possible way other than giving up and backtracking. A long painful time later the trail led her to the cliff top where she could just see land. Miles away, it might as well be the moon for all the chance she had of ever reaching it. Thankful that she had drank as much as she could hold she struggled down the trail. Her injuries slowed her and each step or movement seemed a gift direct from him. Every inch was paid for in blood, sweat, and tears. Just before dark the trail seemed to wander downhill. She doubted she could have gone much farther anyway but the easier travel allowed her to stretch her waning reserves. Then she saw the lights through the brush. Ignoring her hurts she blindly rushed toward them. A moth lured to destruction in the flame would follow much the same path. She was inside the circle of light before she realized the depth of her error. There was the road she had chosen to avoid and the door she had fled from so long ago. Her shock froze her in place. All the pain, all the suffering, all for nothing, her world crashed in on her. As she dropped to her knees screaming he was watching from a darkened window. Her appearance was no surprise to him. This was an island and he did have sensors and cameras everywhere on it. He had watched most of her travails and now enjoyed her complete breakdown. A small bet with himself- what would she do, give up and willing allow herself to be returned to the room below or would she turn and run even though she knew it was futile? The tableau lasted some time before she stopped screaming and recovered some semblance of control. Why was there no response to her noise, had he left, was he out hunting her, what? Summoning her last vestiges of strength she staggered to her feet and stood swaying as she sought something that would help her with her decision. Should she risk entering the house in order to find something that would aid her or should she run back to the brush? Either path could and most likely would lead to her death. He watched as she stood straighter. The cross hairs were on her as he waited for her to move. Toward him and he would not squeeze the trigger, a turn away would earn her a bullet. Which? One step toward the house. Two. Then the turn away. Just before she completed the turn there was a soft report. The small slug struck her low in the belly and to one side. Knocked to the ground the awful truth dawned. It had all been a trap, the whole time he had been toying with her. Still she was determined to die free. Standing against the fire in her guts was the hardest thing she had ever done. The first step\rquote s impact sent waves of fire exploding throughout her ravaged body. He smiled at her display of guts, she was a game one alright. Such actions needed to be rewarded. A second slug hit the back of her knee shattering it and dumping her face first in the dirt. A brief effort failed to help and he could see her surrender, the last try had been her last and now she was going to just lay there awaiting her fate. As he walked to her she seemed unknowing or uncaring. Unable to react to anything, she just lay there and waited. The pounding rape of her damaged ass caused her to moan in pain but other than that she was as if dead already. That would change. The bullet in her guts would ensure that and soon. In a couple of hours her guts would flame up and she would die screaming as the most intense agony in the world would claim her. He just could not wait, it would be wonderful.\par
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