Tarzan (Rated R)

Chapter 3 -those eyes

It's blazing, I think my melanin is dripping, the heat is suffocating, so much so it's sending my mind ablaze. What are those noises? They are too loud. What are they chanting?

Wait.

Heat, strange languages, chants!?

Oh no, I'm in hell.

I thought I lived a good life, where I did I go wrong? I never got in trouble, except when I was speeding to get to work and flipped off an undercover cop for going to slow, I never lied, except that one time I needed to cut into the front of the line of the senior citizens pretending I was pregnant. I never did any sinful actions, except masturbate on God's green land for all his animals to see my wet aching folds. Sheesh, other people do worse why me?

A voice then came to my side, the aged Wine with a raspy echo that flowed through my ears and the wrinkle on his palm gave away an old man, probably seventy with a long beard. Wait, feel? I can feel. So, I'm alive. I survived? I must be in a hospital, trying to speak was pointless but I managed A groan to escape my lips, I can feel my heart in my ass when all noises seize.

Are hospitals ever quiet? Hearing some light tap of what assume are footsteps, I began to panic a little feeling body heat all around me, a cold chill runs up my spine realizing hands were feeling up my thighs directly on the skin; Calloused and rough. My body doesn't seem to be responding to the signals from my brain, but with one jerk of my legs I was able to squint my eyes open just a little. White, a pure white light. Jesus, I know hospitals have to beam the light right into their patients to see better but dang, people should sign a waiver stating.

'If you are admitted to any emergency room, just be aware there is high percentage you'll end up blind.'

Blinking repeatedly in and out until I get a clear vision, rocks? Where is the Ceiling? I'm looking up, but where is it? With my eyes glued above a face snuck its way into my vision, I'm frozen solid. I was right about it being an old man, but my descriptions were way off, he was completely hairless, no eyebrows, beard or nothing, the weight of the large gauges in his ear lobes drips his ear down to his shoulders, wide nose and porcelain skin with dusts of chalky residue, it's like staring at bald Peter Griffin in a thong.

He seems to be holding some type of brownish stick longer than his body, with his brown orbs he leans in closer to my face and I swallow the whimpers, a tear falls on the corner of my eye and he leaned in licking up the trail seductively; rough wet tongue met my skin, it was than The tears fell harder as I watch him chuckle, chipped baby teeth flash me making me sink in deeper onto whatever it is I am laying on. Strange, this bed is surprisingly hard and soft at the same time, incredibly warm and whatever it is behind my butt just kept growing and growing with each movement of my body.

Where the hell am I? And where is the man that saved me? Why am I not dead? I felt a draft on my body, but I'm scared to move under the lustful gaze of the old man above me. he stares at me for what felt like forever before finally making another move. I watch his hands stretch out almost reaching my face, I couldn't hold back my terror and cries anymore and began to panic.

"Akesa, suggta Akesa" a voice of power makes my heart go soft, though I hear the dominance in the feminine voice, but it also brought a sense of safety. The old man disappears above me angrily as he blew a breath, a small argument and the fact that I can't see makes me uneasy. With a scoff one of them leaves and it sounded masculine, Thank God.

I hear small patters; it sounds like bare feet coming towards me. Staring into the ceiling again patiently waiting to greet my savior from that pervert I felt my arm being lifted gently, my arm remained in the air for a while with one arm holding it up gently, as if being examined, out of the blue I felt the other arm smearing something gooey onto my open skin, gently and deeply and sticky was being placed on my arm.

Wait a second.

I can feel my arm. Then it all came crashing down. I was attacked and nearly killed hadn't it been for? .... Hadn't it been for that man, I need to see him to thank him and to punch him in his gut for calling me the 'N' word.

"H-hello?" My voice is soft and raspy, almost as if I hadn't spoken in days.

No response, did I piss her off?

"P-please, are you there?" I try again, I know she is there, my arm is still in her hands. I felt my arm lower slowly, I couldn't stop my heart from beating quick as I felt her presence come closer, than she appeared slowly, the out of placed strings of her mocha brown hair are what I noticed first until she comes into view.

Mild wrinkles on her forehead, dark brown orbs, thin lips with a double chin, it's like looking at a middle-aged aunt. at every inch of my face, I feel nothing but calm.

"Please help me" I say to not startle her as calmly as I can ignoring the thousand-mile radius my heart is doing. Trying to get up in respect, she probably couldn't understand me, but then luck finally came to my side after ditching me, she answered me ... in English.

like a fragile treasure, her hands fly up quickly towards me softly grabbing my biceps. "Lay down dear, your wounds have not been healed yet, you're going to tear them open, and I ran out of Lilac berries." Elegance is the first description of her voice. Elegant like a melody of instrumental music. I couldn't help but do what I was told, Transfixed by the voice of the angel.

"Wh-"

"Try not to speak love, your soul is barely holding on right now. We have searched for that great beast for a long time". Her face turns away looking at something behind me deeply. I take the time to fully examine her facial details, tattoos, gauges and rings decorating her lips. For a second it felt like I was in a scene from the movie Green Inferno and trembled just a slightly bit. They could have eaten me, yet they saved my life. Just when that thought came a rush of tears fell down my face, uncontrollable sobs followed by the usual screeches of a yeti.

I almost died, brutally.

Nearly mauled to pieces by a mountain Lion, stuff like this I would watch and read about on the victims that have been attacked by wild animals, some of them walk away and live with either a limb or a missing necessity, but almost all don't even make it. That man saved my life, I couldn't be more grateful.

"Onbaku, please halt your cries." the soft demand managed its way through past my screeches and into my canal.

"He saved me" I breathed, "that man saved me, I -I need to thank him" I speak breathlessly trying to catch my breath in between broken sobs and hiccups.

"There will be plenty of time to thank him, you will be here until your wounds have healed up."

A cold feeling went through my chest like a harpoon, sucking in a deep breath of the realization of every word she spouted. I can't stay here; I don't even know where I am, what happened to Justine? a spiral of questions and concerns bounced at every corner of my mind, I can feel a headache in the making. I just want to go home, I will be ok living in the paranoia for the rest of my life stepping into any tree or wood, but staying here is out of the question. For crise sake my mother is Caribbean, she will shut down planet earth and unleash a trail of destruction just to find me. I suddenly felt cold and discreetly was beginning to shiver when suddenly something happened that made my heart warm. Large, calloused hands slither around my waist, the veins at the top rendered me weak as I stare up into the ceiling in daze feeling the rough hands gently rubbing my elbows tracing upwards slowly awakening a sea of thousand goosebumps.

breathing out breaths of staggered moans from the ticklish sensation I lay still until in a rough yet gentle grip of arms wrapping around me, I feel myself swallowed in a big bear hug. Large muscles gently squeezing away the fear and anxiety replacing it with an overwhelming feeling of security and safety. Unconsciously I fall into the embrace of the fleshy blanket of pure warmth. After a moment of silence, the elegant voice speaks once again opening my eyes to the reality with her statement.

"Rowan, Bagsa" she breathed gently, as if cautious to not ruin the moment with her naturally assertive voice.

Rowan?

With the request still lingering in the air I felt the reluctance from the arms to let go.

"Rowan" her voice getting deeper "Bagsa" adding on the assertion. And just like that the gentle, strong grip was released, I couldn't help my silent whimper, something about being in those arms not only provided safety but now has my heart beating wildly. But wait.

Where did they come from? Last Time I checked I'm laying down on a bed ... Right? suddenly my whole body was being moved upwards to an almost Fowler position, was it me or the bed moving? I wasn't sure, the woman stood three feet away from me watching something carefully behind me. I can't move to acknowledge the obvious presence; all I can do is wait with my brows furrowed until the person can show themselves. My stare at the woman was interrupted by an image of neatly cut brows decorating the top of a head, a pair of deep cerulean eyes that slowly crept its way into my peripheral vision, my breath was caught in my throat.

Ro ... Rowan?

I feel him disappearing behind me leaving an unbearable cold on my backside, fully stepping into my view I craned my head up to greet the man that saved my life. I felt like my heart skipped a dozen beats; tiny halo shaped golden honey hair falls down his shoulders draping partial of his face, well-trimmed beard with a straight nose, thick full pink lips with a sharp jawline. My eyes had a mind of its own Stealing more glances of the beautiful man not far from me, broad shoulders leading to large, toned biceps, thick veins trace down the back of his rough hands. Large pecks with dark brown polka dot n*****s fully erect prepping you for the flat stomach defining eight pack abs until it ends with two deep V lines.

I swallowed thickly and had to look away, when my eyes picked up a corn length figure almost peeking it's head out to me through the faded brown Cloth wrapped lowly around his waist with a slit on his right thigh.

I always wondered when I would get to see my w******d boyfriend in real life but was faced with the reality that none of them actually look like the description in their stories. I can't pull my eyes away from him, he was nothing like how I pictured my dream man to be.

He was even better, could I call this my Greek God? No, this was my Tarzan.

A rapid beat of my heart reminded me to breathe, it picked up quickly when he cautiously raised his beautiful hand towards me, I don't flinch or turn away, I waited patiently until I was rewarded with the most gentle palm that caressed my cheeks, thumb circles around the corner of my eye. The very hand that he used to dismantle a large cat is the same one he used to gently put my heart to peace. But was it really at peace? It's beating faster than the normal speed making my breathing difficult.

As if my heart beat could pick up any faster my ears were met with a familiar deep sound of thick velvet "Zu Men mub" . I didn't notice my were closed until I slowly peeled them open again. Was that what they meant? When the descriptions of my favorite stories described the man's voice; deep, booming, velvet or sultry?

It really does make you wet.

"Zu Men mub" he repeats, still in my delirious state I soak in more and more of the man of front of me.

"Naga?"

I'm awake again, what did he just call me?

Coming face to face with my opponent it was clear I wouldn't be punching anyone anytime soon or at all, instead, I move my face away in annoyance. I fight to look at anything but him. It was hard to keep my stance though, he just kept getting in my face almost disturbing my personal boundaries. When it was clear I was disinterested he respectfully stopped and moved away from me but not gone, instead sat on a rock not far from me, staring at me intently.

"My apologies for my Grandson dear, we don't really have much women in his age group around here, Or black women at all" she adds on matter of factly.

The statement left a distaste in my mouth for some reason. "It's not that, in America that word is a slur to me and anyone with my complexion or darker" I breathed fighting the tears away. Here in a foreign country there is not much we can do when being called racial slurs, all I can do is look the other way hoping they quit than complain to t****k to warn the others.

"What word love?" She asked gently pulling my arm towards her gently to reapply more weird brown cream on my arm. I felt tears brim my eyes wetting my vision looking at the cuts, and teeth marks from the cat. So deep I could almost see my bone. I had to look away.

"He called me the N word" I breathed swallowing the tears back.

Both her and I turn towards the beautiful man, his eyes never left mine, he sits in the darkest corner with glowing blue eyes, whatever light that was making him glow like that, please stay right where you are.

"N word" she looks up in thought. "Ah Naga" I visibly wince trying to calm my nerves.

"Love that means girl" she smiles.

Say what now? ... Girl?

Just than my feet begin an unbearable itch, what the heck? Using my little strength I try to sit up, within a second Rowan is at my side along with his grandma helping me to gain my weight. Reaching down for my shoe I can see Rowan looking at me in admiration slowly, he's so close to me I could pass out, even without looking into his eyes they hold me under a powerful hypnosis.

Swallowing thickly to ignore Tarzan I reach my shoe wincing every now and then until I got it off.

That had better not be a spi -

AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!