Keep moving, look for a safe house to recuperate

Rosa takes her time and moves a little more carefully now. She’s disgusted that the guy wants to play games with her and even more disgusted at the feeling of his dried cum in her panties. She doubles back more than once to see if he is following her, but if he is, she can’t spot him.

I could kill that son of a bitch. Rosa thinks. She spits on the ground, unable to fully get the taste out of her mouth. Still, I’m technically a virgin. Still alive in the game.

She finally reaches the crest of the hilltop hours later and crouches down to examine the safehouse. It looks like a small mountain shack. Rose waits for a time to see if any men are lying in wait, but she can’t see any movement through the windows.

Rosa checks the horizon. The sun is going down and that infernal wind is dying, but moving at night would be very treacherous. She has no idea how much light the moon is going to give off at this latitude. A rolled ankle in the dark would pretty much guarantee the men would run her down.

Can’t stay in there all night, but maybe there are some supplies. Or clothes.

The water and food she had started with was running low, the climb took a lot out of her. Not to mention the little interlude with Ivan.