Hopefully soon.
I lifted my head and froze.
There was a man.
A giant, naked man standing under a stream of water that was flowing down from above him into a small river that snaked through the trees.
His back was to me, and he hadn’t heard me crashing through the brush.
I trailed my eyes down the hard contours of his body, watching muscles in his back and butt shift as he moved. His arms were thick with muscle that bulged as he rubbed his hands over his chest. What was he doing? Why was he touching himself like that?
His massive thighs flexed as he turned around, and my gaze was immediately drawn to the enormous cock hanging between his legs. There was a thatch of dark hair at the base of it that trailed up his stomach to his chest, where it spread over his pecs.
He grabbed his cock and lifted it out of the way to rub his other hand on his balls. A white substance with bubbles soon covered his groin, and he washed it away with the water.
My fingers twitched, and a strange sensation was building in the pit of my stomach.
I raised my gaze to his face, which he’d tipped back as the water splashed through his dark hair. He lifted his arms and brushed his hair back with both hands, his eyes cracking open.
I’d never seen anyone so…so pretty. A shaft of sunlight illuminated half his face, making his left eye glint, the water on his skin sparkling in the light.
He didn’t look real. Maybe he wasn’t.
His face turned fully in my direction, dark eyes sweeping across the forest.
He stilled when he saw me.
And then I heard the nasty snarls and disgusting, guttural noises of the Corrupted, and I whipped around. Fuck. I’d completely forgotten about them.
I needed to get out of here.
The bushes behind me rustled violently, and I heard a low groaning hiss before a rotting arm pushed through the foliage. It made a snarling, snapping sound as it struggled in the bush, and another one behind it shoved it down into the branches and climbed over it, its black, beady eyes trained on me. Old blood as brown as mud was smeared over the half of its face that was still somewhat intact; the other half was just filthy bone.
I took a step back and the ground dropped out from beneath me.
I fell with the debris and instinctively reached my hands out for something to grab onto, but there was nothing.
Light became dark in an instant, and an intense primal terror wrapped around my being. The cry that tore from my lungs broke when I hit the ground.
At first I didn’t feel anything, but the shock faded quickly and the pain spread like fire, an all-consuming agony that I’d never felt before, hadn’t known I was capable of feeling.
I gasped in a breath and blinked, trying to clear my fuzzy vision.
It was so dark and cold down here.
Wooden stakes rose from the ground all around me.
I was going to die in this pit, in the dark.
I’d been so close. So, so close.
“No,” I cried, choking on a sob.
One of the Corrupted landed next to me, and then another, and another. Some hit the spikes with wet crunches, still writhing despite being impaled.
My strength slipped away as the pain in my shoulder crawled down my arm, and someone’s blood was spreading beneath me.
I smeared my fingers through the wetness and held my hand above my face. I stared dazedly at it, mesmerized by the color. That was a lot of blood. My blood?
