Chapter 2
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Justin’s smile twisted into a smirk. “We? Who said anything about we? Goodbye, Fred. That ravine’s a perfect place to bury trash like you.”
“God! This is so unfair. Why is it always me who gets the short end of the stick?”
Fred continued sliding until he rolled all the way down the steep ravine. The fall was brutal. Sharp branches and jagged rocks tore into his skin before his body finally crashed to the bottom, motionless.
The sound of his fall startled the birds overhead, scattering them into the sky. A mysterious figure emerged from the shadows, silently approaching and dragging Fred’s battered body into a cold, damp cave.
The forest where Fred had landed was even denser and more humid than the sss. Towering, ancient trees stretched into the sky, blocking out the sunlight and casting the entire place in a heavy, eerie gloom.
Sometime later, Fred stirred awake, confused to find himself wrapped in a warm jacket—it was a woman’s jacket. He furrowed his brow. Who had helped him? If someone had saved him, could it mean others from the crash had also survived?
“Hello? Is anyone there?” he called out, his voice echoing.
"Hello! Please answer me, we coukd have a chat?" He called out again.
Silence. Not a sound answered back. Just sound of rain and lighting at there.
"Oh sh*t, God must laugh now. And why i do this?" He sigh in muttered.
Fred tried to step outside, but rain poured down relentlessly. Whoever had helped him surely wouldn't be out in this weather. Lightning crackled in the sky, briefly illuminating the cave. He pulled the jacket tighter around him, the cold cutting through his bones.
Then, in a flash of lightning, he saw something. A pale-faced figure sat motionless in the corner, their blank eyes staring into nothingness. Fred’s heart nearly stopped. To see someone or something like that in the pitch black of a cave was terrifying.
“Is that... a ghost?” Fred muttered, half in disbelief.
Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed through one of his eyes. He groaned, clutching it, until the throbbing finally subsided.
“What... what is this?” he whispered.
His vision had changed. One eye now saw the world in glowing reds and oranges, like thermal imaging. He could see heat traces on the cave floor, and a silhouette. That's not just a figure, but a living being—glowing more vividly than anything else in the area.
“Infrared vision? How is this even possible?”
Fred’s gaze returned to the figure in the corner. She was still there, unmoving. He gathered his courage and slowly approached.
“Hello? Miss? I’m not here to hurt you. If you’re the one who helped me, thank you... really.”
The figure flinched, recoiling slightly. Fred paused, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a half-crushed snack.
“Are you hungry? I have something we can share. It’s not much, but it’s still edible. Please, take it.”
He took a bite first, then backed away, giving her space. She still looked wary—and understandably so.
Fred was sure it was a girl. The lightning had revealed her features briefly, and the shape of her body confirmed it through his strange new vision.
“I really need to figure out what’s going on with this eye,” he thought. “This whole thing is unreal.”
They spent the night in silence. Fred felt awkward but didn’t want to make things worse. He wasn’t the type to take advantage of a situation, and right now his head was too full of questions about survival to think clearly.
The next morning, Fred woke up with a deep sigh. Nothing had changed. He was still stuck in this nightmare.
“I hope this is all just a bad dream,” he murmured—but he knew it wasn’t.
“Oh! Where is she?”
Fred sat up and scanned the cave, then carefully moved toward the spot where she’d been.
“Oh my God...”
It was Isabella, Mr. Damian Vanjoulle’s youngest daughter, Sisca’s little sister. She was the one who had rescued him. But something else caught his attention and made his heart skip a beat.
“Is staring at a girl in her underwear how you show gratitude?”
Fred spun around in panic, stumbling backward. His mind stuttered, trying to catch up. He hadn’t meant to look, but now that he had, he couldn’t unsee it. Her body—curved, soft, and undeniably alluring—was far from what he’d expected from someone who always kept to the background.
Isabella was rarely in the spotlight like her older sister. Quiet, withdrawn, overshadowed by Sisca’s dominating presence. Fred had always noticed her, but she kept her distance from everyone.
“I-I’m sorry,” Fred stammered. “That was rude and thoughtless. You have every right to scold me.”
Hurriedly, he handed her the jacket, guilt gnawing at him. He couldn’t keep wearing it while she was left exposed and freezing.
“Why?” Isabella’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Why don’t you take this chance?”
Fred blinked, startled. “What do you mean?”
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her voice steady. “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? When else will you get to act on your buried desires?”
Fred’s mouth went dry. What was happening? This wasn’t the reaction he’d expected at all.
He glanced down—just briefly—and saw the soft curve of her breast, half of that exposed beneath the jacket. His heart pounded.
“You couldn’t have Sisca, could you?” she said with a faint smile. “But I don’t mind helping you. I know it must be hard to hold it all in.”
Fred’s breath hitched. This was madness. He stared at her, frozen, then took a step closer. She didn’t move. She looks calm, was like nothing at there.
Fred smell the sweet and inviting scent that lingered from Isabella’s body, drawing him in even more. His gaze kept returning to her smooth thighs and the gentle curve of her chest—he couldn’t deny but admit, this view was far lovelier than the shimmer of gold.
"What this is?! What i should do now? I feel unethical when I have to do this with my boss's daughter. But I will regret it, if I wasted this opportunity" Fred muttered.
“Are you sure?” Fred asked, voice low. “Because once I start... I won’t stop.”
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