Yes, she has to

Rosa’s thirst overtakes her fear and she approaches the cabin cautiously. She darts into its shadow and slowly peeks up into the window. As far as she can tell, it’s a one room cabin with no one inside it. Rosa creeps around to the door and tries the knob.

Unlocked.

Rosa moves in quietly and shuts the door behind her.

No lock, shit.

Rosa scans the room to see if there is anything she can prop against it. There’s a metal frame bed, a small cabinet, and a toilet. All of them are mounted in place. Nothing she can prop against the door.

One of the windows in the back opens from this side. Rosa thinks. That’s my way out, if I need it.

“Always have two exit plans. Even from your own bunk.” Rosa said aloud, reciting more from the book of jarhead.

Rosa notices a trap door in the floor. There’s a ring to open it but the door is way too heavy for her.

Gotta keep an eye on that. Can’t get jumped from behind. Rosa hopes there’s only TV equipment or something down there.

Rosa opens the cabinet, it’s disappointingly stocked. Just some pop top cans of food and a canteen. Maybe enough for a day or two. There’s a large water container in the cabinet. It was mounted inside and not portable, but it was thankfully full. But that should hopefully be enough to get her to the next safe house.

No clothes, but the bastards made sure to stock it with sex toys and lube. Rosa raged in her mind.

She pushes the food into her pack and then sets it on the bed. She pops the top on one of the cans of tuna and fills the canteen as she looks out the window. The coast is still clear. Rosa quickly eats, never taking her eyes off the potential approaches. Getting jumped by Ivan gave her a pretty immediate consequence for letting her guard down.

Not letting that asshole sneak up on me again.

With her belly full, Rosa starts a slow patrol inside the hut. One side of the mesa comes to a fairly sheer drop off, so she figures nobody will come from that side. But that still leaves her with a lot to watch. The sun dips and sets behind the horizon.

How long have I been in here? Ninety minutes, maybe? Rosa thinks. Takes maybe 30 seconds to walk a quick lap, I’ll have to keep time that way.

She turns the light off inside the shack so her eyes can adjust to the darkness. And then she watches.

“Water is the Marine’s best friend. It’s right in the name.” Rosa repeats from the book. Rosa keeps filling from the water bladder and downing her canteen, trying to hydrate as much as possible before she is **** to set off again. “Drink until you’re no longer thirsty, then drink some more to keep it company.”

Rosa’s mind drifts back to sucking Ivan off on the cliffside and it’s… not as bad a memory as she thought it would be.

The darkness must be fucking with me. Rosa thinks, trying to shake her head out and focus.

Focus. Focus. She repeats in her head. She rubs her face with her hands, still feeling his seed there even hours after she washed it off. She can’t escape the feeling in her panties though. She tries to ignore the rising heat down there, trying to focus on her surroundings. But it’s a losing battle.

Rosa can almost feel him again, can almost taste him. If she closes her eyes… Rosa realizes with a start that she has been sucking on her own fingers.

“Get a fucking grip, girl.” She says out loud.

Maybe just rub one out. It can’t take more than a minute and then you can get your head right again.

Rosa struggles to come up with a counter-point, especially since her panties are growing more damp by the minute.