Option two.

Afraid, Eve sees the second option as her best choice. It buys her sister more time to save her, and at the same, heaven forbid, she isn't saved in time, . . . . then its not as bad as it could be.

With a heavy sigh, Eve slouches.

"Good choice," The man says. He moves to one side of the gazebo, to a portion of the wooden floor. Eve simply watches him, hoping that her sister will come soon, though some small part of her mind wonder's if this hos how she will ultimately loose her virginity.

The man pulls at a board, revealing a small trap door. He reaches inside and produces a couple of granola bars and a bottle of water before turning back to Eve.

He hands her one of the granola bars, then opens the other for himself as he sits down across from her, "I know its not dinner at some nice cafe, but we work with what we have," The man muses out loud before taking a bite.

Eve opens hers after he takes his second bite, thinking that she hadn't really noticed how hungry she was until now. She begins to devour the granola bar.

Across from her, the man opens the bottle of water, taking a sip, then offering it to her. Eve hesitates, then takes the water, downing half the bottle in one go, "Thank you," She says softly.

"You're welcome," He says softly, waiting for her to finish.

He can tell that the aphrodisiacs in the water are taking effect by the way her eyes linger on his crotch, her body flushed.

Needing no further invitation, the man learns forward, kissing her lightly before kneeling between her legs.

Eve leans back hesitantly, her heart thundering in her chest. She trembles as he moves so he can kiss the inside of her thigh.

She feels equal parts fear and excitement at the unexpected touch of his lips against her skin so near her most intimate place.