"Ryan, you're hurting me."
My feet were aching from walking through the woods for hours. But it wasn't only this that made me uneasy.
After another round of pleasure with Arthur, I'd walked into the bathroom, cleaned up, and as I returned to the bedroom to sleep, I found Ryan standing before me with a gun pointed at my head. His words were clear; if I made any sound, he would not hesitate to shoot me. And then he would kill Arthur, who was lying peacefully on the bed, unaware of his surroundings.
"Ryan." I tried to pull away from his grip, but he shoved me against a tree, wrapping his hand around my neck while the gun was pressed against my skin.
We were in the middle of the forest. And though we had been walking since it was dark, the day was now bright, allowing natural light to filt
