Unfinished writing of Eden first accosting the player in the woods.
Rough, unfinished, unedited. Much like Eden.
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Your heart pounded in your ears as you struggled to keep your footing amongst the gnarled roots of the forest floor. You could hear it. You could hear someone chasing you. Those gun shells. The boot prints. Whoever they belonged to, you were so fucking sure that they were the one chasing you now. But why? You hadn't done anything. This forest didn't belong to anyone! You were just trying to pay your debts, but now you were almost certain you were going to end up a bloodied mass in some shallow grave. You desperately clambered over fallen logs, weaving through the trees as best you could to avoid giving your assailant a straight shot at you. Your breath was ragged. You could taste iron as your throat began to run raw with your gasps for air.
Not good… Your legs were starting to seize. You couldn't run forever. You were sure they would outrun you in almost no time. You had to keep running, you had to keep running… You had to keep--
You gasped as you tumbled down a slope. You had lost your footing and now found yourself crumbled in a pained heap at the bottom of the hill. I have to get up…! I'll die…! You pressed your hands into the mud and urged your body to move, to stand! But all your body could manage to do was stumble and stutter under your own weight as you felt the electricity of pain shoot through your left leg. You hoped to whatever powers that be it wasn't broken. You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to keep yourself from whimpering loud into the air as the pain worsened. Maybe… Maybe you had lost him by now. You tried to listen for any sounds of pursuit through the rapid beat of your heart in your ears.
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Near silence. Nothing but the wind rustling the leaves. You placed your free hand on your chest to try and calm your heavy breathing. There was nothing… No one. You were safe now… Right? The safest thing to do now would be to just curl up, hide, and wait for the pain to subside..
You tried to focus your mind on the positive things. You just got in your cardio for practically the whole week! You had found two artifacts that could be sold to the museum. You even managed to get some wild fruit. You closed your eyes as you let your head lean back into the dirt. You took a deep breath and let your body rest amongst the brush.
"Not a safe place for a small thing like you."
"!?"
Your body jolted. They were here. They had found you. A tall figure, dressed in dark greens and browns towered over you. Their shadow dwarfed you. A million thoughts ripped through your brain as it tried to find any solution to get you out of this terrifying position. Before you could even voice any sound of alarm, his hand clamped firmly around your mouth.
"Shhh. Don't scream. Wolves could hear you. Or worse." His eyes bore down into yours, as if asking if you understood his direction. Worse? More than you? He was so close you could almost see the look of fear you had reflected in his eyes. Through the silence that stretched between you two, you tried to register and understand exactly what situation you were in. He was obviously older than you. A rough stubble along a strong jawline. Dark, disheveled hair. His clothes were worn--tattered in some places, and patched in others. He shifted his weight, causing the sunlight to glint off the curved handle that peeked over his shoulder. A rifle. Dread settled hard into your bones. He could blow you apart and leave you in the leaves to rot. You gulped as if to swallow the panic that was pumping through your body. You managed a small nod. Resisting someone in town who was unarmed was one thing. Resisting this beast of a human who had a gun was another.
"Good girl." He slid his hand down from your mouth to rest around your throat. The sensation of his calloused pads almost burned a trail down the smooth sensitive skin of your neck, and you could smell iron on his skin. You didn't want to know from what. He dragged his eyes up and down your body. You could practically feel on your body where his gaze lingered for too long. A shiver ran up your spine. Unable to no longer stay still under the weight of shame you began to feel, you shielded your chest and thighs with your arms under his roaming gaze.
"W-What… do you want from me?"
He gave no answer as he eclipsed your form with his own. Your breath caught as you began to register how truly big his body was compared to yours. His hand slid down from your throat and over your clothed chest. You gasped and drew your arms in closer in what you knew would be a pitifully vain attempt to protect yourself from his wandering touch.
“P-Please… Don’t touch me…” You tried with words instead. His expression remained unreadable as he rubbed over your nipple through your shirt. Slowly at first, before enveloping the whole breast in his hand and giving it a painful squeeze. He had the gall to laugh at the yelp it had gotten out of you.
"Sensitive little thing, aren't you? I like that."
Your lip quivered at both his condescending tone and the thought that your suffering only served to arouse him more. He smirked as he gave your breasts another hard squeeze before his hand rested on the hem of your shirt. You gasped and flinched as his other hand gripped fast onto both your wrists and pinned them out of his way above your head.
“Be good for me, and it will be good for you."