I screamed out loud as I felt a stab of pain on my bare hip. I jumped up and
gay male slave training down a few times trying to ease the stinging as I looked down and found my lower body splattered with yellow paint matching the tree. I wiped the yellow paint away from the hurting spot and found a small, round, red welt.
"Thats not funny kid. You
e going to be sorry when I tell your parents what youve done to me," I yelled.
I don know why
gay male slave training I yelled at the kid but it felt good to voice my frustrations. I even forgot for the moment that I was handcuffed, nude and probably on his parents land. It wasn until I heard my name echoing through the trees that I realized a playing child didn shoot me. I was indeed in trouble again and close to being caught.
"Sarah! Run, Sarah. Im going to catch you. Better run faster!" The voice echoed through the trees.
I didn recognize the voice but knew instantly I was being hunted. I wondered how many were in the woods looking for me. I began to cry knowing I would never be able to out run anyone without shoes on but I couldn just give up. I had to give it a try.
I took off running looking over my shoulder every now and then. I heard another shot and felt the pain as I was hit directly between my shoulder blades on my back. It threw me to the ground, knocking the wind from my body and I felt more yellow paint dripping down my skin. I heard the person approaching directly behind me and I turned my head to look up to see
gay male slave training who shot me. Towering over me stood Hollys male slave with a big grin on his handsome face.
"I told you I would catch you, Sarah Fallon," He boasted proudly as I lay exhausted on the ground. I wondered what his reward would be for his efforts. I visualized Holly, boasting how her slave returned me back to Josh. I was sick to my stomach at just the thought of it. I didn want to face her or Josh. God, what would Josh do to me? I swallowed hard regretting my decision to escape for the first time.
He bend down and fastened my familiar leash onto my collar. He must have retrieved it from Michaels abandoned car where I left it earlier. I
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