Two
TaraI’m tired, my back is on fire, and I’ve run-walked what feels like a hundred miles since I survived a spaceship crash. But what’s upsetting me the most right now is they escorted us to the jolly green giant’s house in this primitive village.
He doesn’t have a wife, at least I don’t see any sign of one. What I do see is that Dannie and I are in this mud hut alone with a big, muscular man who’s been eyeing me funny all day.
There are two raised sleeping platforms covered in thick gray-and-black pelts. One bed is the size of a single, one the size of a double. He motions us to the larger bed and my heart slams in my chest. Is this monster going to abuse us both?
Attempting to calm myself, I notice he’s busy cooking. I’ve never watched an episode of Criminal Minds where the sadisti
