Across the field.

Not wanting to potentially face the girl you had tried to save, you start running in the only direction that does not have a man directly in your path.

Your footsteps take you out over the open field, where the tall grass seems to caress every inch of your body from the waist down.

Part of you wonders what it would be like to be caught by one of the men. The other girl was prettier than I am, maybe if I tell them where I saw her, they'll leave me alone? The thought crosses her mind.

You havent gone far before you starts to feel winded, her pace starting to falter.

Glancing over your shoulder, you can see the bronzed man following you, but maintaining his distance as if he's waiting for you to completely run yourself out of energy before closing the distance.

The second man has fallen back, but you can't tell if he's just following the first man's lead, or if he's loosing interest in hunting you.

You're so preoccupied with what's going on behind you that you stumble while you run. The bronzed man takes the opportunity to close the distance. Before you even know he's picked up his pace, he's caught up with you. One arm reaches around your middle while the other grabs a hand full of breast. His erection presses up against your back in an all to sobering reminder of what is about to happen.

You start to open your mouth to say something, to try directing his attention on anything but you, but as you turn, he kisses you.

The kiss is tender, almost like a lover, and you're completely unprepared for it. The warmth of his body, the softness of his lips even as his kiss takes your breath away. Your head spins as you're overwhelmed by what is happening. You barely even notice as he lowers you to the ground.