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thighs and & . Sydney gulped & penises, hard penises, and their balls, nesting in tufts of hair.
Oh shit, naked, aroused, savages. This can't be good.
Women shrieked clearly panicked. Chaotic bellows filled the air. The males who stalked
toward them were moving faster, and before Sydney could comprehend what was happening she
was surrounded by native women who seemed to come from nowhere. Their loud shouts
sounded more like the screech of air rushing through a wind tunnel, the noise causing shards of
pain to jab in her ears. Sydney wanted to scream, but she didn t dare. Bringing attention to
herself at the moment seemed like a very bad idea. The entire scenario was confusing if not
frightening. Correction, it was an I'm-going-to-piss-my pants kind of terrifying--If she were
wearing any pants that is!
Clothes or no clothes .&
"I'm getting the fuck out of here!" Since Sydney had no idea what this was all about the
only thing that made sense was to run. Adrenaline pumped through her blood pushing the fog
from her brain and stimulating her state of alertness. The re-emerging pain and soreness took an
about face becoming dull, though it didn't completely subside. Sydney sat fully upright.
It was then that the woman who'd rescued Sydney jumped on the plinth standing with her
feet straddling Sydney's thighs. She held a bowed stick with a wickedly jagged blade attached at
one end. Raising it into the air she shook it while yelling something Sydney couldn't understand.
Sydney peeked around the woman's thighs. One of the other women, who'd been on the ground
in front of her, shrieked and then ran. Several of the men gave chase. Two caught her. The
others with them drew weapons similar to the ones the woman had and in pairs began clanking
them together. More men came from the brush. Bellows from the rest of the women continued,
each shaking their arced weapons in the air. Some held torches--tiki lanterns of some sort, lit by
what looked like fire that cast glowing, blue bubbles instead of flames.
Blue bubbling flames?
Oh snap, oh crap. What if this was some kind of ritual or perhaps they were preparing
for a feast. Oh double snapping crap. If she was the feast, her goose was cooked. Or it was
about to be. Sydney scanned all around her and was able to determine readily that it would be
impossible to escape unnoticed. Her heart became jammed with escalating fear and began
pounding wildly in her chest, and her breathing turned shallow her breaths coming fast. Pure
fear gripped at Sydney as she came to grips with the fact that it seemed she had jumped from a
fire, and directly into another fire. Was she truly about to become dinner?
It wasn't dinner. It was a melee. In a blink blades were slicing the air, men pitted against
woman it seemed. Wild savages at war, a battle of the sexes and amazingly the larger brawn of
the males didn't seem to be an advantage. The females were quite apt--Oh shit, maybe not apt
enough! Sydney gasped as two men closed in on her. Her bodyguard began swiping her weapon
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through the air. Another male jumped on the plinth while the first two grabbed Sydney. One
tipped her head back and she snarled, though the only thing that bounced in her mind was that
she was in deep, deep doo doo.
He laughed and then mumbled something to the other that she couldn't understand. They
released her and then moved onto another woman who ran by laughing & .
Laughing?
& and for a moment Sydney felt indignation that maybe she wasn't good enough for
them.
Oh fuck this! Sydney dropped to the ground and began scrambling on hands and knees.
She saw another woman scamper off only to be chased by several more males. They caught her
and much to Sydney's dismay and rising fear, one tore off her clothes. Sydney crawled faster,
heading for the brush, hoping if she reached them she could make a run for it, or at least hide.
Another woman stepped in her path however, and Sydney halted to look up. The woman's
mouth was agape, her expression fearful, and when Sydney followed the line of her gaze she saw
two more male savages glaring her way, lecherous gleams in their eyes. Simultaneously they
lifted their arms. Their fingers connected forming a triangular shape. The woman blinked,
swayed and then crumbled to the ground, landing in a heap. Well, Sydney wasn't about to wait
and see what happened next. She crawled over the woman and then managed to scramble to her
feet. Without looking back, she took off running.
Something tugged at her. She fought, but its pull to take her deeper was stronger than her
capacity to stay awake. It drew her inward, stealing her from consciousness, delivering her to
cataleptic surroundings--a quieter place, and yet she still had a vague awareness of what was
going on around her. Her pace slowed, her mind beginning to bend, and despite trying to move
her feet became firmly planted.
Hello sweet Tina
Huh & wha & who is that?
It is I, Calem.
Fine time for you to show up. Sydney didn t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out
who was speaking.
Any time would be a fine time with you, woman.
At the moment it would only be a fine time if you can get me out of this shit-out-of-luck
predicament! She barked back silently.
He was in her head--no they were in her head. She could feel the presence of them both.
Though she tried to fight it, Sydney knew it was hopeless, knew what was coming next. As
expected, always as before, wooziness took hold of her, and she had only a split of a second to
gather the sense that the ground beneath her was coming up.
No, she was going down & Aw snap.
Someone grabbed her from behind--someone large! A sinewy arm slipped around her
waist, and Sydney felt her one-hundred and forty-five pound, five-foot, six inch frame being
lifted as effortlessly as a tissue. The next thing Sydney knew she was being tossed over a naked
shoulder, her upper body and head hanging upside down.
"Hey! Let me & Ouch, goddamn it!" As much as she wanted to see who had her, she
couldn't open her eyes. Her body was too sluggish, her mind too much in a tailspin for her to
care about anything at the moment. Briefly she let go, her body further going limp, her head
throbbing and bobbing as she was being carried away, her arms like soggy noodles, dangling
towards the ground.
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It pissed her off.
Adrenaline crashed through her blood, infusing her with a blast of strength and energy,
pushing away the pain and fatigue. "Put me down you mother fuck & ouch!"
Did he really just smack her bottom? It stung, too! Heat suffused the flesh of her right
buttock and Sydney was about to release another string of curses when her attention suddenly
went elsewhere. She became fixated on the bare feet that were following behind them. Her gaze
shifted upward to two well-formed calves and very masculine thighs. The sheen on his honey-
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