Story Excerpt

Raped by Lumberjacks, by Jezebel Rose

I kept jogging through the forest as I felt the shift in pressure. The air was getting heavy and humid. I always just knew when rain was coming.

Ugh. I can’t believe this. I gotta get home.

I stopped for a moment and opened my backpack. No raingear go figure.

The last ray of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon as I watched a line of dark clouds roll over the field in front of me.

Light pitter patters of rain started to hit the ground around me. It would have been a nice way to end the weekend… if I was at home. Not so much if I still had a couple miles of hiking to go.

Going out camping by myself was always relaxing and exciting, but this past weekend was different.

You know that feeling like you are being watched? I felt that from the moment I walked into the forest. It was odd and a bit unnerving. I shrugged it off and had a great time regardless, but now that it was time to head home, I was completely lost.

My eyes looked back at the small decayed home on my left. I had never seen it before.

Glancing back at the storm quickly heading towards me, I felt the small taps of rain on my head. It was about to get crazy.

Dark and scary shelter, or set up the tent?

I went with the home. It may have been decayed, but at least it was a roof over my head. The tent would have taken too long to set up anyways. I would have been done soaked and cold by the time I could even crawl inside. Oh well.

Slinging my tent over my shoulder, I picked up my other bag and quickly ran over to the house.

Everything was wooden. The stairs, the old shutters, and even the windows were boarded up.

I stepped up the first stair under the front balcony just as the rain started to pour. Small golf-ball sized hail rained down from the heavens as thunderous crashes of lightning streaked across the sky.

Good thing I didn’t go with the tent idea.

I sat there on the balcony on top of my tent for a moment, watching the storm from safety, but as it got darker, I realized I had to get some sort of rest for the long hike home tomorrow.

Pulling out my sleeping bag to curl up and go to sleep, I felt the wind blow harder towards the house. The hail rained against the floor by my feet.

Time to go inside. Fuck this.

I picked up my bag, and turned towards the dark house.

Clicking on my flashlight, I opened the old squeaky door.

The smell of decayed wood filled the room as I waved cobwebs out of my way.

This place had long been forgotten, and lost. Maybe a hundred years old? Two hundred? Either way, I was stuck here for night. I may as well make the best of it.

I shined my light towards what appeared to be the living room.

White sheets covered most of the furniture. What wasn’t covered was the paintings.

I walked up in front of the fireplace and shined my light at the large portrait above it. It was a painting of two children and a husband and wife. It appeared to be very old as I noticed the frayed edges surrounding the frame.

Each step I took creaked and echoed throughout the small home.

I stopped for a moment and closed my eyes, listening to the rain and hail outside.

Ahh… This is amazing.

My thoughts were cut short by a loud grunt to my left.

Adrenaline surged through my body as I quickly turned my light towards the grunt. I stepped backwards at the same time, pressing my hands against the fireplace in an attempt to stabilize myself.

Two eyes stared back at me. Deep dark black eyes.

Knowing I was fully fucked if the man attacked, I held out my hand as I watched the man stand on its massive hind legs.

I had never seen a bear before. Was this a bear?

Looking at its hands, I realized they were human hands. My heart went into overdrive, pounding out of my chest as I watched the man approach me.

I shined the light in its eyes, and turned to run outside. I would definitely have better luck with the hail.

As I turned, I apparently had forgotten about the side-table directly beside the chair. Taking one step towards the door, I fell directly on my face.

I rolled over on my back as I wiped the dust from my eyes. A man stood there. His thick cock stuck straight out towards me.

Jesus Christ… where the fuck did this guy come from!?

I hear

d a cracking noise just as I felt my body go from solid ground into a freefall.

The next thing I knew, I was on my back. My head wavered for a moment as it slumped back against the floor.

Dizzy from the fall, my eyes shut for just a moment.

Awakening, I looked around as my eyes adjusted from the dark.

A small beam of light shone down from a hole in the ceiling. My flashlight. The fall.

I brushed bits of wood off my chest as I sat up and attempted to stand.

Nope. That wasn’t going to be happening anytime soon.

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