The Mating Run by Leeka

Hunter
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The Hunter’s breath is scorching against my face, his weight bearing down on me, his hands clenching like unyielding iron vices, leaving bruises in their wake. I feel a rush of panic, my emotions swirling with anger and revulsion, as I realize I am completely at his mercy, trapped with no escape. Dread courses through my veins, each beat of my heart a reminder of the impending doom.
“Stop struggling,” he hisses, his voice echoing like a menacing growl. “Just be a good girl and present.”
With every ounce of strength, I resist, feeling the ache in my muscles as I refuse to comply and try to push him off.
“Get off me, you ba sta rd!” I spit out the words, my voice trembling with desperation. “Step the f uck away from me, or you’ll be sorry!”
The sound of his laughter sends a chill down my spine, making my blood run cold. “Take it easy, sweetheart. No need for hostility. This is how it’s meant to happen in the Mating Run. Don’t you wanna get this over and done with?”
His words send a chilling sensation down my back, and I clench my jaw, summoning every ounce of strength I have. With a surge of adrenaline, I buck my hips, feeling the strain in my muscles as I try to throw him off balance. It works, but the impact is minimal.
My heart races as the Hunter tightens his grip on me, and I suddenly feel a blade’s sharp edge against my skin. I freeze, my body going numb as his presence
looms over me.
My bag didn’t have any weapons, did a Hunter’s bag have weapons? Why do they even need weapons? Why would the staff think it’s a good idea to give them weapons? What’s going on?
I thought they didn’t want a repeat of what happened last year?
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Hunter
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Hunter
The Hunter’s breath is scorching against my face, his weight bearing down on me, his hands clenching like unyielding iron vices, leaving bruises in their wake. I feel a rush of panic, my emotions swirling with anger and revulsion, as I realize I am completely at his mercy, trapped with no escape. Dread courses through my veins, each beat of my heart a reminder of the impending doom.
“Stop struggling,” he hisses, his voice echoing like a menacing growl. “Just be a good girl and present.”

With every ounce of strength, I resist, feeling the ache in my muscles as I refuse to comply and try to push him off.
“Get off me, you b astar d!” I spit out the words, my voice trembling with desperation. “Step the f uck away from me, or you’ll be sorry!”
The sound of his laughter sends a chill down my spine, making my blood run cold. “Take it easy, sweetheart. No need for hostility. This is how it’s meant to happen in the Mating Run. Don’t you wanna get this over and done with?”
His words send a chilling sensation down my back, and I clench my jaw, summoning every ounce of strength I have. With a surge of adrenaline, I buck my hips, feeling the strain in my muscles as I try to throw him off balance. It works, but the impact is minimal.
My heart races as the Hunter tightens his grip on me, and I suddenly feel a blade’s sharp edge against my skin. I freeze, my body going numb as his presence looms over me.
My bag didn’t have any weapons, did a Hunter’s bag have weapons? Why do they even need weapons? Why would the staff think it’s a good idea to give them weapons? What’s going
an?
I thought they didn’t want a repeat of what happened last year?
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16:26 Wed, 6 Mar
Hunter
“Naughty girls get punished, you know,” he purrs, there is a cold, calculating gleam in his eyes. Then, he forcefully grabs my chin with his hand, directing my gaze towards the towering trees. As I narrow my eyes, I immediately spot one camera pointed directly at us. “Give a big smile to the camera, 9. You’re gonna be mine real soon.”
My body tenses up, and I clench my fists in a futile attempt to evade the sharp edge of the dagger pressed firmly to my cheek.
Beneath me, the ground is unyielding and unforgiving, sca ttered with jagged rocks and twisted roots. The blade grazes my cheek, leaving behind a shallow wound that slowly oozes a thin stream of blood.
“Let go of me!” Seething with anger, my voice trembles and cr acks.
Above me, his face contorts into a sinister and lecherous mask. I recoil in disgust as he brazenly licks the blood off my cheek, making me queasy with his audacious act. Frustration welled up inside me, causing tears to blur my vision, but I couldn’t make a move with a dagger aimed directly at me.
“Such fire. I do enjoy a spirited fight. Makes the victory all the sweeter.”
I refuse to give in. I can’t.
I twist my head, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, hearing his sharp intake of breath as pain shoots through him. With the distraction, his hold on my wrist starts to slip. In a frenzy, I manage to free one of my arms, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Summoning all my strength, I swing it towards him, hoping for a solid hit on his face.
It hits.
He curses loudly, momentarily loosening his grip on me, and I quickly take advantage of the opportunity. Summoning all my strength, I thrust my hips once. more, successfully flipping him to the side. I scramble to my feet, my legs trembling with adrenaline, ready to bolt. But he’s quick, much too quick.
With a sudden lunge, he forcefully tackles me, slamming me to the ground once
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“F uck!” I let out a piercing scream, twisting my body beneath him. “Stop touching me!”
His hand still tightly grips the knife, and its gleam in the dappled forest light creates an eerie atmosphere. As he sneers, his fingers clenched tightly around my throat, cutting off my breath.
“Trying to run, are we?”