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Chapter 3 by CxSeth CxSeth

Who, or what, returns to check the trap?

A strange hunter.

Johanna’s legs were starting to get numb when she suddenly felt the rope jerk once, twice, and then release, sending her falling back down to the jungle floor. She barely had time to brace herself, shielding her head with her arms as best she could. Landing still hurt like hell, though, and knocked the breath out of her. Johanna spent a good thirty seconds just trying to pull herself back together before a pair of strong hands gripped her shoulders and hauled her to her feet. She shook her head for a moment, looked at her rescuer/captor, then, deciding she must be seeing things, closed her eyes, shook her head once more, then looked again, just to make sure.

But for a few details, he didn’t look that far off from the type of person she expected to find her. A young man, slightly shorter than herself, with a lean, slightly muscled body that was mostly on display, given that he was almost entirely naked, wearing only an animal-tooth necklace and a woven belt, upon which hung a few pouches and a knife. His healthy cock was entirely visible. But this man's skin was green, and his ears were long, angled back, and pointed. Less alarming, but still notable, was the fact that he was completely hairless, lacking even eyebrows, and that his eyes were a solid black. Johanna had traveled up and down the kingdom’s coastline, and had seen a wide variety of people, but the hunter standing before her was something else entirely.

He seemed to spend just as long regarding her before speaking, “You’re either the skinniest boar or the stupidest person I’ve ever seen,” Johanna noted, with mild concern, that all of the hunter’s teeth seemed sharp and pointy, “Either way, though, you’ll be coming with me back to the village. Don’t think of trying to run.” His spear, which Johanna just now noticed, moved with unnatural speed to sever the ropes still binding her ankles together. She nodded her assent to his demands and shifted her weight from foot to foot, glad to be back on solid ground. “And if anyone asks, it was Grosh who captured you. Grosh the Merciful.”

Follow along willingly? Or test the hunter’s prowess?

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