In frustration, he withdrew. He looked around in the darkness for something, anything he could use to excite himself
further. While he was distracted, Mindy rose to her feet. His back faced her. She moved quietly away from him, her
eyes glued on his shadowy form.
She stepped on a twig. It snapped. The man spun around, seeing her. He became enraged. He charged at her. She
fell to one knee, making it seem as if she was giving up. He hesitated, almost on top of her. She planted the heel of her
foot firmly into his groin. His penis felt hard under her foot. The man fell over, his hands clutching his wounded part.
She leaped to her feet and ran, ran as if her life depended on it, because it did.
Mindy crashed through the undergrowth. The darkness of night made it difficult to see beyond arms length. Leaves
covered the ground, hiding tree roots and other obstacles. She fell down many times. Her hands remained tied; she did
not have time to free them. The ground started to slope downward. She flew with it. Her breath was ragged. She had
not exerted herself this much in a long time. She ripped the tape off and stopped to catch her breath. A crashing noise
sounded behind her, deep in the shadows. She ran on.
She thought several times about stopping and hiding. Each time, the thought was dashed by the sounds of close
pursuit. The man after her wasn’t trying to be quiet. He wanted her to know he was there. He was probably going to use
her in even more horrible ways before he killed her. She wasn’t going to let that happen. She had to get away, to warn
the police. She had to stop the maniac from hurting another girl.
Mindy had her head down, trying to put distance between her and the man chasing her. When the trees cleared before
her, she was in a full out run and could not stop. She flew over the edge. Her screams echoed throughout the valley
below. It bounced in tempo each time she hit an outcrop of rock or tree. It stopped when she did, at the bottom of the
cliff.
The man leaned over the edge. He had heard the screams and slowed his forward progress, thus preventing himself
from following her. He couldn’t see anything. The dark covered everything, including the girl. The thought of her twisted
dead body lying speared by a tree or bloody across the ground excited him. His penis grew. He gripped himself and
began to pump. He jerked harder and harder, faster and faster, until he finally found the release he sought. With a
moan of pleasure, he ejaculated over the edge, hoping it hit the body of the girl below.
Anger replaced the joy caused by his release when he thought about the loss of the girl and the pleasure associated
with her. A frown formed as he put his limp penis back inside his jeans. Now he would have to hunt again, hunt for The
One. He would have to return to Florida, where it was still warm. Maybe he would go to the Keys, or maybe Miami. He
would make up his mind along the way. Still angry about the loss, he stormed back the way he came until he reached
the trail leading to the van.
He had calmed down completely by the time he pulled onto the road, heading south with the hopes of finally locating
the one he sought. He hoped to find her and bring her back to the cabin before the winter snows set in. A smile
creased his face. The fact that he had not rested was forgotten. He was on the hunt again.
further. While he was distracted, Mindy rose to her feet. His back faced her. She moved quietly away from him, her
eyes glued on his shadowy form.
She stepped on a twig. It snapped. The man spun around, seeing her. He became enraged. He charged at her. She
fell to one knee, making it seem as if she was giving up. He hesitated, almost on top of her. She planted the heel of her
foot firmly into his groin. His penis felt hard under her foot. The man fell over, his hands clutching his wounded part.
She leaped to her feet and ran, ran as if her life depended on it, because it did.
Mindy crashed through the undergrowth. The darkness of night made it difficult to see beyond arms length. Leaves
covered the ground, hiding tree roots and other obstacles. She fell down many times. Her hands remained tied; she did
not have time to free them. The ground started to slope downward. She flew with it. Her breath was ragged. She had
not exerted herself this much in a long time. She ripped the tape off and stopped to catch her breath. A crashing noise
sounded behind her, deep in the shadows. She ran on.
She thought several times about stopping and hiding. Each time, the thought was dashed by the sounds of close
pursuit. The man after her wasn’t trying to be quiet. He wanted her to know he was there. He was probably going to use
her in even more horrible ways before he killed her. She wasn’t going to let that happen. She had to get away, to warn
the police. She had to stop the maniac from hurting another girl.
Mindy had her head down, trying to put distance between her and the man chasing her. When the trees cleared before
her, she was in a full out run and could not stop. She flew over the edge. Her screams echoed throughout the valley
below. It bounced in tempo each time she hit an outcrop of rock or tree. It stopped when she did, at the bottom of the
cliff.
The man leaned over the edge. He had heard the screams and slowed his forward progress, thus preventing himself
from following her. He couldn’t see anything. The dark covered everything, including the girl. The thought of her twisted
dead body lying speared by a tree or bloody across the ground excited him. His penis grew. He gripped himself and
began to pump. He jerked harder and harder, faster and faster, until he finally found the release he sought. With a
moan of pleasure, he ejaculated over the edge, hoping it hit the body of the girl below.
Anger replaced the joy caused by his release when he thought about the loss of the girl and the pleasure associated
with her. A frown formed as he put his limp penis back inside his jeans. Now he would have to hunt again, hunt for The
One. He would have to return to Florida, where it was still warm. Maybe he would go to the Keys, or maybe Miami. He
would make up his mind along the way. Still angry about the loss, he stormed back the way he came until he reached
the trail leading to the van.
He had calmed down completely by the time he pulled onto the road, heading south with the hopes of finally locating
the one he sought. He hoped to find her and bring her back to the cabin before the winter snows set in. A smile
creased his face. The fact that he had not rested was forgotten. He was on the hunt again.
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