Kraven's camp

Sue followed Kraven through the jungle, berating herself for her reckless promise. What had she been thinking? She loved Reed, she couldn’t betray him. Especially not with this man, a killer, a brute who hunted humans for pleasure. To give her body to him, to place herself totally under his power…but what choice did she have? She could escape the ropes binding her wrist anytime with her **** fields, but without Kraven’s help she might never find her way out of the Savage Land.

They crossed the river, and Sue let the current wash the clinging black mud from her body. After a moment’s hesitation she ducked her head under the water, vanity winning out over a slight hope that some muck in her hair would dampen the hunter’s lust.

The humid jungle air kept her jumpsuit damp all the way back to Kraven’s camp, a simple tent in a clearing surrounded by the tripwires Kraven had set up to guard himself from the predators – animal, human, and other – that roamed the strange jungle. As Sue looked about, fidgeting uncomfortably, the hunter put a haunch of meat over the fire, entered the tent, and reemerged carrying his promised radio. As Sue watched, he removed the battery and placed in in a case with an electronic lock.

“You shall have the combination when you have redeemed your word, Mrs. Richard,” he said. He sat on a camp chair and leaned back, watching her expectantly, toying with the other end of the rope that still bound her wrists.