Authors Note: Throughout the whole 4th chapter, there were sentences scattered all over shedding light on the animal inside each soldier. The way they hold themselves in battle to their alertness to each detail surrounding them, the author portrays animal like characteristics in these men that not only hide in each one of them, but in every human being.
I don’t want to be the prey.
It hurts but I keep pumping my arms faster and faster; slicing through the air like blades. I don’t look behind me—I don’t dare to—just keep my head down, yet eyes up. My face is neither paler nor more flushed than usual, it’s not more stiff nor frightened—and yet it’s changed. My head is whirling with ideas, ways to escape yet all I pay attention to is the sound of the crunching leaves as they connect with my feet with each stride.
I don’t want to be the prey.
The moment that his first touch grazes my arm and the roughness of his skin while he pulls me backwards from my stride suddenly, tares through my thoughts, my veins, my heart; a tense surrender, a waiting, a heightening alertness, a strange sharpening of the senses. The body with one bound is in full readiness. His thumbs press up against the back of my forearms as he gets ahold my wired body.
I will not be the prey
He presses himself down upon me long and powerfully when he buries his face and his limbs on my body, backing me up towards a tree. Tensing is not how my body reacts. It’s soft and relaxed while my eyes dart back and forth into the cold night.
I will not be the prey.
Whispering in my ear, he takes one of his rough fingers and traces it up my side. Goosebumps rise but not out of fear nor pleasure. Not a moment too soon. The dark goes mad. It heaves and rises inside of me, blacker than his eyes that rush over me with giant strides, over and then away.
I’m the predator.
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