He awoke groggy, sweaty and still hung over to a vision that made him believe he actually was still asleep and dreaming. The humidity of the space slowed his breathing, he began to focus on each breath in an effort to come to consciousness. Slowly her silhouette blended together to reveal a goddess, the last of the sun's golden light at her back illuminating an aura of warmth and protection around her. He sighed and laughed a little at this sight. Thinking to himself, how his luck couldn't be that good in the end or else why would he have ended up here? Suddenly the silhouette shifted and reached out a delicate hand, it was holding something he couldn't make out.. Instantly, he was all wet, soaked in icy water, catching at his breath. Everything became clear at once and the goddess he thought was there to rescue him turned out to be the sadistic sexy beast who imprisoned him. He let out a growl and began to lunge forward when he sighted just above his head a good reason to stand down. The young man who assisted in the main house was there propped up out of sight holding a very large barrelled shot gun at his head.
He didn't know what he would have actually done once he got his hands on her. Shaking off the shock, he settled into whatever this was about to become for him. His mind was full of rage and fight complex over his current conditions. Yet, his body told another story. He was ravenous for her and bloodthirsty in sync. She made him feel like no other woman had before. He was at HER mercy and wanted to be. Why the FUCK am I here? He manages to say clearly while maintaining composure. The threat of being shot in the face still looming from the upper corner. But she doesn't respond. Only she hands him a huge silver tray covered in fresh meats and other delicacies. In her thick accent she snaps, Eat first. She tells him this sweetly but with a note of authority and a little threat as well. Eat and then we can talk once you've regained your strength and can think clearly. Your life depends on your ability to reason. The condition you are in, well it doesn't help you. My friend here will see that you are fed, bathed and receive newer accommodations. You after all are my guest for now. I think better things should be in order. If you behave. You try to run, you die. You disobey me, you die. Consequences are always determined and dealt by ME. You got me Mister?
Rage again welled up inside him. It was visible, he was shaking all over. She stared at him deeply as if carefully calculating her next action. The man with the gun remained hidden in place silent, aiming and ready. But just then she stepped forward in a flash, before he could process what had happened his back was on the ground and a exacto knife blade sunk into his neck just above the artery. Her scent was dark and sweet, earthy. It was like inhaling vanilla and citrus with sharp tones of some kind of wood he couldn't make out. She smelled delicious and delicate. A far cry from the woman she presented her self as in this moment. His heavy breathing began to subside, she remained strong,her knee crushing into his rib cage. She eagerly continued to press in the blade centimeters at a time until little droplets of blood ran down his neck. Finally once he calmed she stood and spoke. I will give you no other warnings. And then she glided out of the cabana, the same alluring stride extenuating her curves and toned muscles. He felt his dick jump. Once again his body gave into her while in his mind he could choke the life out of her. His hands aren't bound. But he can't bring himself to do it. WHAT THE FUCK! He yells outloud. Grabbing a piece of fresh mango wrapping around it a piece of cured meat he decides with much inspiration (a hidden very large gun to his head) to eat his meal. In seconds the tray is clean and the pitcher emptied. He feels light and refreshed. His situation at the moment doesn’t seem so bad after being sated with such a beautiful meal. The taste of the food here has always drawn tourists. It is a flavor that can't be found anywhere else in the world. The unique spices and location make it a destination spot for only those lucky enough to know about it. Usually big time executives, the affluent and other 'miserably' wealthy kinds of people. Wondering why these facts suddenly matter to him he realises that his vision is skewed. He looks around and recognises nothing. And then, everything goes black.