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Chapter 3
Feeling his hands on her pants, Katrina begins to feel a very slight grip-change from the man at her feet, as the position is very hard to keep ahold of her feet with Sam between her legs.
Immediately she yanks her legs away from the man's grip, kicking Sam straight in the face with her boots, causing a sickening crack to sound through the woods as Sam cries out in pain from his nose as the back of his head slams straight into the man's face behind him. Escaping the man holding her arms, she darts through the forest as fast as her feet can carry her.
Eventually her legs begin to grow tired from dragging through the mud and weeds around her feet as she slows down, being as silent as she possibly can so no one finds her.
She comes to a clearing as a factory comes into view, not caring about what kind of factory it is, she searches for an entrance.
No surprise as no doors are unlocked…
Lightning branches out through the sky as the ground rumbles from the growing storm in the night sky, illuminating a small wooden plank at the side of the factory, it seems to have something behind it.
Katrina approaches it as she slowly lifts the plank, revealing a small entrance.
Damn I'm lucky…
Slowly she crawls into the small crawl space and recovers it with the wooden board; she begins to make her way into the factory.
At the end of the small entrance she comes to a metal plate, shoving it aside she enters the factory as she rises to her feet, taking in her surroundings.
The room looks like it must be a basement, as the walls are dirty and cement.
I guess I could camp in here for tonight… She thinks to herself, sitting down in a corner, the cold cement definitely not feeling good against her dripping-wet and cold clothes.
The lack of energy in her body takes its toll on her as she slowly falls into a deep sleep.
The next morning
A loud slam causes Katrina to basically jump out of her skin as she freezes and looks around fast, remembering where she is and not seeing anyone in the room with her.
Thank god I'm still here…what was that? And what time is it?
Glancing at the high windows on the walls, she takes in the fact that it is morning, probably around the afternoon.
Suddenly a few men walk down the stairs, shouting at each other as they walk towards a pile of boxes on the opposite side of the basement from me.
"That goddam' giant motherfucker never listens when someone tells 'em to do somethin'!" One of them says to the other as they each grab a box.
"Why you expectin' a retard to listen to ya anyway? He's dumber than a rock, can't ya tell?"
The two men head up the stairs with the boxes as shouting continues to be heard.
"Hewitt get your ass down there and bring up more of those boxes!" A new voice says.
Heavy footsteps echo through the basement as someone descends down the stairs, causing Katrina to huddle closer against the wall as a huge figure is illuminated from the light of the factory above.
She watches in awe as he reaches the floor, amazed by his size compared to the other guys who came down here, he seems like he could easily crush both of their skulls with ease if he wanted to.
Katrina watches as he picks up two of the crates instead of one as the other guys did, showing his strength.
"…woah…" She says under her breath as she watches him, he seems to be wearing some kind of mask which covers his nose and below his eyes down to the bottom of his jaw, which opens at his mouth and ties in the back.
Why is he wearing that?
The huge man walks over to the stairs and stops at the first step without Katrina even noticing as she is too focused on how amazing this man looks to her, the strength and muscles definitely getting to her deeply.
Her brain finally realizes as she stares at his body through his clothes that he isn't moving at all like he was previously.
Her eyes travel up to his face to see his eyes, locked on her.
Time seems to stop as she realizes he sees her as fear fills her body, triggering her fight or flight response as her brain processes what could possibly happen to her, but her body decides not to act at all.
Would he kill her for being down here? Would he pull her upstairs and get her arrested for trespassing? Would he throw her out so her ex can find her again?
She watches his eyes as they seem to look over her, seeing her condition.
She can barely see his eyes at all, since strands of hair hang down in front of his face, mainly his eyes.
He begins to move, to her surprise not in her direction, but back up the stairs.
Realizing she has been holding her breath ever since she realized he was watching her, she lets out her breath.
Holy shit…