Author's Note:
Here's the second chapter. Third one is pretty much done too. I'll upload it soon if you're still interested.
A harsh wind buffeted against ringing ears.
Tris had been laying in the snow, long enough for it to powder her over. Slowly, her pale features faded into the pale ground, her warm breath unable to fend away the advancement.
So when the white powder finally blocked her airways, she woke with a jolt.
Gasping for breath, the girl heaved against the build-up, propping herself up and letting the snow fall aside. The buzz of an electric headache left her disorientated, as she gazed across the monochrome landscape.
Dark trees, branches barren. They dotted the empty canvas as far as the eye could see, which in the snowy haze, wasn't very far.
"W- What… the…" Tris struggled to kick her mind into gear. She pressed a palm to her forehead, "where…"
The electric fuzz was too much, and her memories remained hidden. But as her systems came back online, her skin turned icy.
She was freezing.
Hurriedly, she embraced herself, but it was no use, the warmth had already left her body. Spinning around, she searched the mysterious landscape for shelter.
This way, then that, and then over there… Nothing. Nothing but god damn trees.
"Fuck!"
Her memory spiking, she reached into her back pocket, and dug out her phone. It still worked. And she had service! Rapidly, she padded through the apps, finding her contacts. Her frozen digits made the touchscreen difficult to navigate.
Her immediate thought had been to call her parents, but when Olivia's number came up, her memories exploded like a torrent of thunderous waves, crashing down upon the fragile floodgates of her comprehension.
Anger, confusion, distrust, betrayal, all coursed through her cerebral cortex as she tried to understand why her best friend had done this to her. But what was this exactly?
She looked around once more.
An inhospitable wasteland of white. Is this what the stupid game was meant to be? Or was this something else? Maybe Olivia wasn't responsible…
Regardless, she struck down on her number, and watched the dial tone connect. Simultaneously, if she hadn't been pressing the device to her ear, she would have noticed a bar drop away from the cell service.
It felt like an age before the tone cut, and her friend's voice rang from the speakers.
"Tris!" she sounded panicked, "where are you!?"
"I could ask you the same thing!" it was difficult, speaking over the brewing snowstorm.
"Tris, you've been g-go-ne for th-ree days!"
Tristina panicked, sneaking a look at her bars. Only one remained. "Olive, you're breaking up! I'm in the snow, I think… I think I'm in Minecraft!"
"W- Wha-t!?"
"Olive!? Olive, can you hear me!?"
The call dropped.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
No service.
Part of her knew there was no point in trying, but she called again anyway.
And again.
And again.
Sparing a brief curse towards her provider, she once again peered through the growing haze. Her brain might've been hindered, but she knew shelter was a necessity. She had never once felt a cold like this, one that bit right down to her bones, and straight through them. If she couldn't find warmth soon…
She'd die.
That thought gave her enough motivation to choose a heading. Getting to her feet was a terrifying experience in and of itself. Fearing her snow-coated legs had become brittle, Tris wondered if they might snap under pressure. But no such thing transpired, and she soon bared her full height to the wind.
It threatened to knock her over, and spat snow in her face.
"Fuck this," she lifted a foot, and stamped it into the path ahead of her. Her entire boot dug into the powdery ground.
Letting go a yelp of frustration, she began her slow trudge forwards.
It was an age before Tristina stumbled across her first stroke of good luck, and an age later, before she finally stumbled into it.
The cave was hollow, and damp. Carved into a small hill, the opening had been no wider than a tree trunk. It had been nothing other than a miracle that she'd found it. Once inside, the small tunnel expanded outwards, creating an almost oval abode.
More peculiarly however, was the light that flickered in the oval's centre. A flame. A fire.
Far past a point of cognition or care, the frozen girl dropped to her knees before it, and fell on her side, dangerously close to the hot embers.
The warmth embraced her, as did the blade on her neck.
"Don't move," a boyish tone echoed from the walls.
Too cold for a sarcastic comment, Tris remained quiet.
"Who are you?"
"C- Cold… I'm f- fucking cold."
Cautiously, the stranger placed his other hand on her shoulder, rolling the girl onto her back.
Exhausted, Tris didn't resist.
Her husky blues studied her holder. Ruffled brown hair, braided on one side… dark eyes… broad shoulders… His face, it was boyish, with a sharp jawline, and kind eyebrows. He was cute.
But not nearly as attractive as the fire.
The boy however, looked like he had seen a ghost. The blade pressed deeper into her neck, threatening blood. His next words came out in a growl, "Shifter…"
"O- Ow. Do you mind?" This wasn't a reaction she was used to. "I, just w- want to get warm," she hated the quiver in her voice, whether it was the cold, or the fear.
"Sure, and then you'll stab me in the back."
"What?"
"Don't play innocent," he snarled, "nobody is naturally that beautiful."
It took a moment to process what he'd said, "I'm f- flattered, but I'm not whoever you th- th- think I am."
"Horseshit."
Tris flashed her teeth in annoyance, "what the fuck do you want me to do then? Can I p- prove it to you somehow?"
"Shifters, always trying to talk their way out of things," he pronounced the name with disgust.
"What the hell is a Shifter?"
Doubt played across his features, "a Shifter, you know… a Mob Shifter."
"A mob what?"
"Don't toy with me."
Tris sighed, the warmth of the fire finally warning away her cold, "look, I just arrived in this hell hole, I've got no idea what's going on. Can you get that stupid knife away from me?"
The stranger boy eyed her, his uncertainty sinking in. "I'm tying you up."
Tris rolled her eyes, "whatever gets you hard."
A blush rose to his cheeks as his free hand fumbled through a hidden bag. A moment later, it returned with a great length of rope, bundled neatly around itself.
An icy expression stared down at her, "if you move, I'll roll you into the fire."
"Hot."
Ignoring her, he placed the knife in his teeth, and began weaving the rope around her. A dozen times around her wrists, another dozen around her thighs and ankles. More than once she complained about it being too tight, and more than once, she complained it wasn't tight enough. It was all he could do not to strangle the infuriating girl.
Tris on the other hand, now out of the cold and sufficiently warm, was beginning to enjoy the experience. It wasn't the first time she had been tied up, but this was far more professional… The boy really knew what he was doing…
However, as he tightened the binds that forced her thighs together, she was made aware of something the cold had manage to distract her from…
Her vibrator was still on.
The setting was still low, but now that it was tightly squeezed inside of her, she was beginning to feel the effects. She released a soft hum.
"What are you doing?" He was finishing off the knots.
"Nothing."
To be honest, the idea of pleasure at the moment was distracting. She had so many questions, and so many mysteries to decipher, the primary of which; what the hell is going on? Everything else was pretty much a subcategory of that base query.
However, as she lay in the firelight, ropes squeezing against her, a cute stranger gazing down at her, and a rubber mound beating against her G-spot, Tristina found it hard to concentrate. And, well, she just couldn't help herself.
"Hey… are you going to take advantage of this?" she found the innocent tone in her voice.
The brown-haired boy looked at her, a moment passing before realisation struck. His blush returned, darker. "Shut up."
She released another pent-up hum, "why not?"
"I'm not interested in Shifters."
"But," she bit her lip, "just look at the position you've got me in…"
He tried not to, he really did. It was cute. But eventually, his eye wandered. First, to her breasts, where the cartoonish tank top failed to hide her bra; then, to her waist, where the black garter belt covered her bellybutton; finally, to her legs, that shifted slightly at the vibrations between them.
He swallowed.
"I couldn't stop you… I couldn't do anything…" Tris gazed up at him, doe eyed, "all tied up… I'm helpless."
She lulled her eyes shut, moaning as another ebb of pleasure came from her crotch. Her skin waited anxiously for his touch. She waited seconds, and soon minutes… Eventually, she opened her eyes.
He sat a meter away, back facing her.
Frustration once again descended upon her, "you're no fun."
Time passed before he spoke, "I've already got somebody."
"Oh? She must be something special."
"She is," he nodded to himself.
Tris, after examining him from afar, gave up with a weary sigh, rolling to face the fire once more, "I'm going to sleep." It would be difficult with her vibrator on, but if anyone could manage it, it'd be Tris. "If you decide to fuck me during the night, at least don't kiss me."
He stayed quiet, leaving Tris to fall asleep mad.
LINE BREAK
"Get up," the boy prodded her with a boot.
Tris jerked into gear, almost tipping into the resting ash of last night's fire. She groaned into the waking world. It took a moment to realise the whole ordeal hadn't been some wicked dream. She gazed up at her captor with disappointment, "what's your name?"
"Get on your feet. We've got ground to cover."
"Alright 'Getonyourfeet', where the hell are we going?"
Annoyed, the boy grabbed her wrists bindings, and yanked her up. He was strong… Crouching, he fiddled with the rope prohibiting her legs, and removed it.
As soon as she felt the line drop away, Tris took her chance. A rough kick smacked into his jaw, sending him sprawling backwards. Barely managing to keep herself upright, Tris bolted for the cave's exit.
But as she stepped over the grimacing boy, he grabbed at her boot, foiling the escape midstride. With a yelp, Tristina fell to the ground, landing heavily on the stone.
It was a good effort on his part. Not many posses such quick reaction times. Still, they would both come up with bruises.
"Get the fuck off me!" Tris twisted on her belly as he straddled her.
With haste, he reached for the discarded rope, and lashed it around her neck, securing a tight leash. "I will kill you, if you don't behave."
Tris was many things, but stupid was not one of them. The truth in his voice was undeniable. "Fine, but I'm screaming rape at the first person we see."
"I don't know where you came from, but here, people don't give a shit about your kind."
"I'm not a fucking Shifter!"
"Get up," he tugged on her leash, hard.
With a yelp, she came to her feet, and stared steely daggers into the dark eyes of her captor. With the heels on her boots, they were almost exactly the same height.
Spinning her around, they passed through the slim tunnel, falling into the white coat of the outside world. It was still snowing, but the morning light revealed that the small blizzard had moved on. Snow began to speckle Tristina's hair as the boy doned a large, fur overcoat.
"Do you have one of those for me?" she eyed his gear. A tattered leather backpack, a quiver full of arrows, and a sleek wooden bow. It was only now that she wondered what timeframe she might be in.
"No."
Tris gave the boy a sour look, which was nothing new.
Pressing through the deep snow, the crunch of his boots was barely audible as the white substance bounded up to his knees. It looked difficult.
"Can you just carry me or something?"
A hard tug on the leash answered her.
It felt like a lifetime before Tris recognised the first voices. They had been trudging through the snow for most of the day, which was now beginning its shift to night. It was a long, and arduous hike through deep snow and freezing temperatures. Not for the first time, Tris found herself almost frozen solid.
Which is why when she looked up, and saw a gathering of small timber squares in the distance, she couldn't have been more relieved, "oh thank Christ, I thought you had no idea where we were going."
This actually earnt a smirk from the boy, "I was lost for a little while there."
"I fucking knew it." Tris studied the tiny forms that rushed between the distant houses, "So, where are we now?"
"Home. Welcome to the village of Rabbi'hide."
Tris paused for a second, "Rabbit… hide?"
"Rabbi'hide."
"Rabbithide."
"Rabbi'hi- you know what, it doesn't matter. You won't be here for long."
He lead the way forwards, into the small, tightly packed community of houses. Doors were bared shut, and the few windows in existence were so fogged up, that the warm orange light from within was almost lost to the outside world.
A few figures could still be seen trekking through the white haze. It would seem the tails of a snowstorm had been berating the village for quite some time. Tris saw no roads or pathways, only quickly fading evidence of previous trekkers, their deep footprints rendered inexistent by the falling snow.
The pair approached a larger building, more substantial than the other, cabin like, structures. The boy hammered on the thick wooden beams, kicking away snow as he did.
An excruciating minute later, the thick door cracked open to reveal an old, well-used eye, that peered out at us judgementally.
"Young Jal, is that you?"
"Yes, grandfather."
The door closed once more, a series of clicks and clacks emanating from within.
Tris turned to the boy, "Jal? Seriously? What type of name is that?"
"One that shouldn't be uttered by the likes of you." He pushed her through the door as it swung inwards.
A series of gasps escaped the multiple beings within.
As a stumbling Tris regained her footing, and her only exit slammed closed behind her, tris raised her perfect face to the audience of ten elderly men.
"This better not be going where I think it's going…" she muttered over her shoulder at Jal, the only devil she knew.
The interior itself was cosy, with a large bonfire contained within the room's centre, and several occupied chairs surrounding it. Skins and furs coated the floorboards, and foreign objects of mystery were neatly arranged across the many shelves and tables.
"Young one," a grey bearded man spoke from beside the fire, "why have you brought us this… specimen?"
Tris didn't like the way his eyes traced her as he formed the sentence.
Jal cleared his throat, "Elders, while on my hunting expedition, I came across this Shifter. In keeping with our ways, I have returned her to you for judgement."
All eyes now rested on Tris. She glared back at each and every one of them, "I'm not fucking any of you, if that's what this is about."
This seemed to provoke discussion as the men turned to each other, mumbling in secret under their breath.
Discreetly slamming his boot into her shin, Jal leaned into her ear, "be nice, or they'll tie you down outside, and let the snow rise up to devour you."
"Fun."
"So, what are your abilities?"
The foreign girl turned to the question, "abilities?"
"Yes, your Shifter abilities."
"Look, for the last time, I am not a Shifter, I know nothing about this place, and my only ability so far is being able to deal with this bullshit without going insane."
"It says it's not a Shifter…"
"Young Jal, how do you know this is a Shifter?"
"Well… I've never seen a human girl look quite so…" he trailed off as the room looked Tris up and down, "well-defined."
The Elder's nodded in understanding.
"I agree, it looks like a Shifter, therefore it must be a Shifter." This comment was followed by a dozen grunts of confirmation.
Tris rolled her eyes, "you've got to be fucking kidding me."
Jal's grandfather, the man that had opened the door, tugged at his long white beard. "Now the question is… what to do with it?"
"The bakery is short-staffed."
A brutish looking man stood from his seat, "and so is the armoury!"
"Food is more important than steel, Viceer."
"Not when the mob hoards draw nearer and nearer by the day," another Elder offered.
"Friends, let's not get off-track." Jal's grandfather seemed to have reigns over the group, "but Elder Viceer and Elder Haliff are right, we need to replenish our arms with much haste. The creature will shovel coal until it outlives its use."
The term 'shovel' set off alarm bells in Tris's head. She gave a short chuckle, "coal? Noooo, no thank you. I'll pass on that."
"The other option, is of course, death," Jal's grandfather smiled.
"… Right. Coal, then… I guess."
It was at this point that the door flung open with a crash, scaring half the old men to death. Through it, bolted a blur of white and brown, as a girl slammed into Jal's expectant arms. "Why didn't you come and see me first?" the new arrival whined.
"I needed to deliver this Shifter."
Tris examined the girl as she did the same. Silky brown hair, pale skin, small breasts… one hell of an ass though. Shorter girls always have better asses. Still, compared to Tris's perfect proportions, it was obvious who the alpha was.
The brunette glared daggers into her adversary, "you better not have done anything to him."
So this was his girlfriend… Huh. Tris smiled, "I didn't do a thing to him, but oh… you should've seen the things he did to me."
Face scrunching in anger, she struck out, slamming a well-positioned fist into Tris's unsuspecting temple. The attack collided with force, crunching something underneath, and sending our hero tumbling to the floor.
Out cold.
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- LoudMyracle
