Once again, the fuck?

"What?" Lisa asked, astonished at what she had heard.

The coyote spoke once again, still, in a Native American dialect, but this time, a different one.

"I, I don't understand." Lisa said.

"Do you understand now?" The coyote asked.

"Uh, yes." Lisa said, dumbfounded. Was she hallucinating? She must be, it was the only explanation. "Listen, are you really talking to me, or am I going crazy?"

She felt stupid talking to a coyote.

"You are not hallucinating." The coyote replied.

"Than who, what are you?"

"I am the guardian of this desert. The Indians revere me as a god, but I only wish to protect that which is mine. You have been left here to die, that officially makes you mine."

"W-what?" Lisa stuttered.

"You were left on a sacrificial stake. Surely you knew this?"

"No!" Lisa shouted. "I was **** into being tied here!"

"That is sad for you." The coyote said. "But you are officially my property. But do not worry, for I am not a cruel guardian, like others you may find. I give my slaves the choice of servitude for life or freedom at a price."

"What price?" Lisa asked.

"I do not know." the coyote replied. "It depends on what I need done. It could be a simple task, such as disposing of an intruder, or it could be as **** as ****."

There was something else running through Lisa's mind that she didn't like. They coyote seemed to read her thoughts.

"Yes, intercourse could be a price to be paid as well. But, from where you are, I think you would want to risk that, wouldn't you? What is your choice?"