Chapter 2
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It was Florence's voice!
The sound immediately put me on high alert. I grabbed a sturdy wooden stick from near the fire and quickly headed in the direction of the cry.
Before long, a grove of coconut trees appeared in front of me.
Lying beneath one of the trees was Florence. But she wasn't alone.
A large, colorful snake was coiled nearby, its forked tongue flicking in and out as it stared at me.
It was a sea snake. And most sea snakes were venomous and even deadly.
The snake slithered forward in a slow, winding motion, its shimmering scales reflecting the moonlight with an eerie glow that sent chills down my spine.
Its triangular head and flickering tongue were the very embodiment of danger.
To save her, I tightened my grip on the wooden stick, carefully gauged the distance, and charged forward, striking repeatedly at the snake's head and neck.
After a few tense moments, the snake stopped moving. I buried its head to prevent any lingering venom from harming us and scanned the area to ensure there were no other threats nearby. Only then did I approach Florence.
"Are you okay? Did it bite you?" I asked.
But Florence didn't respond. I stepped closer to her and found her lying on the ground, her eyes unfocused and her body limp.
Under the moonlight, her slip dress clung to her graceful, curvaceous figure, her chest heaving rapidly as though she had just run a marathon.
Her exposed skin looked smooth and delicate, but I couldn't spot any visible signs of a snakebite.
Florence must have been terrified. As I walked toward her, worry etched on my face, she forced herself to speak through trembling lips. "It's... It's under my dress," she whispered before passing out completely.
Panic surged through me as I recalled the survival training I had received in the military: if bitten by a venomous snake and without access to antivenom, the only way to save a life was to extract the venom immediately.
"Florence, I'm doing this to save you, not to take advantage of you," I said aloud, even though she was unconscious. I squatted down and carefully lifted her slip dress, searching for the wound.
The moonlight revealed her flawless skin, and I couldn't ignore the way her booty gleamed softly in the dim light. Between her butt cheeks lay the mysterious wonderland that any man would love to explore.
Finally, I found the bite.
It was on the outer side of her smooth thigh, close to her sensitive area. But saving her life was my priority. Without hesitation, I leaned down toward the wound.
As my lips made contact with her skin, I caught a faint, pleasant fragrance. It was my first time being so close to a woman like this.
I began sucking the venom from the wound, spitting the blood onto the nearby grass after each mouthful.
I continued until the blood flowing from the bite returned to its normal, bright red color. Only then did I wipe my mouth and stop.
Around us, the coconut leaves swayed like ghostly hands in the breeze, and faint howls of distant animals echoed through the night.
Knowing it wasn't safe to linger here, I quickly lifted Florence into my arms and carried her back to the tent I had set up earlier.
The tent was close to the sea. Once I placed her inside, I headed to the shore to rinse my mouth thoroughly. My lips had come into contact with snake venom, and I needed to clean them properly to avoid poisoning myself.
Meanwhile, Florence, still unconscious, seemed to experience hallucinations. The remnants of the venom in her system must not have been fully cleared.
"No! Don't eat me!" Florence screamed, her arms flailing and her legs kicking wildly in the sand.
Hearing her cries, I rushed back to the tent and saw her thrashing violently. Her movements were already damaging the fragile structure of the tent.
If the tent collapsed, we'd have no shelter for the night.
I rushed over, calling out Florence's name, hoping she would calm down.
"Florence! Florence! Calm down! We're safe now!" I exclaimed.
But my words seemed to have no effect.
Left with no other choice, I climbed into the tent and used my arms and legs to restrain her.
On one hand, I needed to protect the tent from further damage. On the other, I had to stop her from hurting herself in her frantic state.
After what felt like an eternity, Florence, who was born into a wealthy family but started her own business, finally calmed down. Her body went limp as she lay quietly in my arms.
At that moment, I felt an intense heat coursing through me. Her cool, soft body pressed against mine felt like ice soothing a fire.
I couldn't help but want to slide my hand under her slip dress to feel more of her smooth, chilled skin.
"No!" I muttered under my breath. "I can't take advantage of her in this state! Could it be the snake venom affecting me? Did some of it enter my system?"
Recalling her earlier frantic behavior, I began to suspect that might be the case.
In the end, I resisted the urge. I took a deep breath, clenched my fists, and pulled my hand away from Florence.
Noticing how disheveled her slip dress had become, I adjusted it carefully, making sure it covered her properly. Then, I turned my back to her.
Unsure if Florence was awake or still unconscious, I said softly, "Don't worry. I have my principles. I won't do anything to hurt you. Rest easy. I'll keep watch tonight."
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