Rescue

"Why am I even playing this stupid game?" Sawyer said out loud. The quiet was starting to make him feel crazy. "I don't even like dungeon looters. And I hate scary stuff in general..."

He sighed but something kept him moving forward. He was scared but there was a thrill in near-**** experiences that he couldn't get in real life. Something that made him feel a little extra alive.

He was walking aimlessly when he felt his foot sink just a little. Probably a loose tile in the floor. It seemed ancient anyways.

"Look out!" A voice cut through the dark and made Sawyer's hair prickle with goosebumps. His heart leaped at the surprise as a figure dove on top of him, knocking him to the ground.

A woman in black leather lingerie was straddling him, holding his arms to the ground and pressing his legs down with her body. She was tall - at least 5'10", and gorgeous. A full chest, thick, strong thighs, soft beautiful pale skin, and long red hair.

"Wh- who are you?" he said dumbly as he felt her body pushing against his groin to keep him still.

"Shh! Quiet!" she hissed, looking down at him. Her eyes were like green crystals, piercing even in the dim torchlight. He tried moving to sit up but she squeezed her thighs and pressed him back flat with her hips.

Sawyer was briefly in heaven - before a wave of arrows flew over them.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! SWISH! HISS! Each one was a vicious line of **** passing over the woman's back. They weren't just normal arrows, either. One landed next to Sawyer's face and embedded itself in the stone. It was huge - several feet of thick shaft with a razor-sharp metal tip that looked barbed. If that had even grazed him, Sawyer was sure it would have done incredibly painful damage.

"PKers," the woman whispered directly into his ear, so close he could feel her lips. "Stay still."

They laid there silently for about a minute before a glowing wave of purple smoke billowed down the tunnel and over them, disappearing into the darkness beyond.

The woman rolled off him and stood, sighing. She took his hand and helped him up too.

"Come on," she whispered. "And be more careful. That was a signal rune you stepped on. There's a camp of PKers up ahead and their wizard is crafty."

Sawyer could hardly speak. Standing up, the woman was even more beautiful. Her outfit was all black leather. Plain black bikini-like bottoms. A strapless black leather bra-like top piece. And her midriff was covered with sheer black lace cut into a beautiful pattern of roses that connected her top and bottoms into a kind of goth one-piece. She wore tall black boots over her knees, and had straps that slipped up her thighs and into her bottoms, connecting to an unseen garter belt

"PKer..." is all he could manage while staring wide-eyed at his savior. "... what's that?"

She started walking back the way Sawyer had come, and Sawyer followed instinctively. "Player-Killers. They're the players that hunt other players for loot. They're high level but come back to the early floors to farm easy kills. It's best to just avoid them."

Sawyer watched her back and legs as she walked. "What was that purple smoke?" he asked, scampering a little to catch up.

"A detection spell," she said casually, pointing out a trip-wire on the ground. She hopped over it and extended a hand to help Sawyer do the same. "It shows the caster glowing footprints to help them hunt down targets. That's why I didn't want you to move. If you had, the wizard would have been able to sense your movement. But since he couldn't, he probably just thought a monster triggered the trap and died."

"Oh... Thanks for that, then. But why help me?"

The woman turned a corner and entered a room through a door hidden behind some fallen rocks. Sawyer followed.

"Well... because you looked lost!" she said, turning on her heel to stop right in front of him. She hid her mouth with one hand and giggled. "I'm pretty good at spotting newbies, but I don't think I've ever met a crawler as clueless as you!"