Chapter 3
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Having lived on the island for three years, Charlie had become a survival expert, so he wasn't at all concerned about the chase.
But for Amanda, who had spent her entire life in the city and rarely exercised, when had she ever faced the danger of hungry wolves?
She ran desperately, her energy quickly draining, and cried out to Charlie again for help, "Help! Please save me! They're catching up! I don't wanna die!"
Charlie, running ahead without breaking a sweat, called back casually, "Are you talking to me? You should be calling your country's police for help, not me!"
"I'm sorry! Please save me. They're getting closer! Help me! Ouch!" Amanda was running blindly in panic. In the darkness, she needed to focus on the path ahead, but her desperate cries for help distracted her. She failed to notice the uneven ground and tripped over a rock.
The two wolves chasing her were closing in fast, their panting breaths audible as their glowing eyes pierced through the darkness. Amanda let out a desperate scream, closed her eyes, and braced herself for the worst.
But the expected pain never came. Instead, she heard a loud thud near her ear.
Bang! One of the wolves was kicked by Charlie into a rock. The impact was so intense that it seemed to injure the wolf's spine. It writhed and howled on the ground, unable to stand.
Seeing this, the other wolf didn't attack immediately. Instead, it cautiously circled Amanda and Charlie, searching for an opening.
Amanda, terrified, clung to Charlie's leg, but he kicked her away in disgust. "Don't move around! Just stay down and don't get in my way!"
Despite being treated roughly, Amanda didn't dare complain. She obediently lay still on the ground.
The wolf and Charlie faced off, about forty feet apart, neither making a rash move. Both understood that on this wild, unforgiving island, even if you killed your enemy, an injury could still mean death.
Charlie slowly crouched and said to Amanda, "Give me something to throw—rocks, sticks, or anything!"
One of humanity's greatest advantages in the fight against wild animals was the ability to use tools and throw objects, keeping predators at a distance.
Although wild animals had powerful claws and sharp fangs that could be deadly, humans could eliminate them from a distance without needing to engage in close combat with them.
Amanda, desperate to survive, fumbled around on the ground. But unfortunately, there was nothing useful nearby but weeds and vines.
"Did you find anything? Hurry up!" Charlie asked.
"No! There's nothing but grass and bushes!" she cried.
Charlie cursed under his breath and snapped, "If there's nothing else, take off your clothes and give them to me!"
Amanda blushed with anger and embarrassment. "What? W-Why?"
"Do as I say if you want to live! Otherwise, I'll leave you here to fend for yourself!" Charlie bellowed.
"No! Fine, I'll take them off! I'm taking them off now!" Amanda quickly stripped off her clothes. When Charlie grabbed them, he found that they still carried her body heat and a faint scent of perfume.
Charlie wrapped the clothes around his hand, but the fabric was too thin to fully protect his fist.
He glanced down at Amanda, who was now covering herself with her hands, her face flushed. In the dim light, her fair skin seemed to glow faintly. But there was no time for distractions. He pointed at her bra and said, "That too. Give it to me!"
"What? What are you trying to do? Are you some kind of pervert?" Amanda frowned.
Charlie didn't bother arguing. He walked up to her and grabbed her bra, starting to pull it.
Amanda kept struggling, yet Charlie's strength was too strong for her to handle.
Finally, her bra came off. Amanda screamed, struggling to cover her chest with her hands.
Charlie ignored her protests. He wrapped the bra around his hand, then, with a sharp "clang," drew his machete.
"I followed you two this far because I thought you might be part of a pack," Charlie muttered, his voice low and steady. "But since no other wolves have shown up, it looks like you two are on your own. You can die now." With that, he lunged forward, machete in hand.
The wolf snarled and leaped at him, its massive jaws reeking of blood. Its bite was strong enough to crush human bones, but Charlie was ready. He slashed at the wolf's right shoulder, nearly severing its leg. At the same time, the wolf clamped down on Charlie's left hand.
No, it wasn't a bite. Charlie had deliberately offered his left hand, which was wrapped in layers of fabric, as bait.
The wolf's teeth couldn't penetrate the makeshift padding. Taking advantage of the moment, Charlie dragged the wolf to the ground, raised his machete, and struck its neck.
Blood splattered across Charlie's face as the wolf howled and released its grip, trying to escape.
But its injured leg made it impossible to run. Charlie closed the distance in two strides, pinned the wolf down, and delivered a final blow.
A long, drawn-out howl of agony was suddenly cut short. All that remained on the ground were the corpses of the wolves from earlier and Charlie, who was covered in blood. He slowly stood up, looking at one wolf with a broken spine still struggling on the ground, and delivered several more strikes. The two wolves that had been chasing him moments ago had now become lifeless bodies.
Charlie crouched beside the corpses. He turned his head toward Amanda. She was trembling, backing away on all fours, her eyes wide with terror. "Don't come near me! Please, I'm begging you. I'm sorry! Don't kill me!"
Her retreat was stopped by a tree. As Charlie approached, Amanda felt warm liquid trickle down her legs.
Charlie's blood-soaked machete glinted faintly in the darkness. His face was smeared with wolf blood, leaving only his piercing eyes visible. He raised his hand, and a drop of blood fell onto Amanda's leg, making her shudder violently. "Please... Please don't kill me! I'll do anything!"
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