She closed her eyes and accepted the welcoming tide of sleep. Destiny concealed herself on the slope of the embankment as the hunter reached inside his jacket pocket only to retrieve a dog’s lead and collar. Destiny stood up, and lumbered around the rotting corpse of a fallen tree and then slumped into an exhausted pile next to Evie. After a few seconds she heard a whisper from the forest. She thrust her fingers into her cunt quicker and quicker. But these attitudes were only momentary, they instantly perished and were enveloped by a steely desire to fight on, to survive and to ultimately escape. “Don’t worry” spoke the voice “I’m not…one of them”
Destiny’s eyes adjusted to the sunlight. Destiny let out a stifled moan as she plunged her fingers into her pussy and kept them there. There was a concrete track immediately over the embankment that met at a T-junction with a dirt track the wound across a grassy meadow and into some trees on Destiny’s left.
