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Two Weeks Later…
It was early morning, around 9:30 am. I walked into my room and turned on my computer. There was an explosion of News reports about our return. There were reports from Fox News, CBS News, Buzzfeed, New York Times you name it. For once, I had seen a CNN report that wasn’t about Donald Trump! I watched a few and laughed at how wrong some of the information was. Most of the stories were about rumors and memes made out of us. Some were actually not that bad. Then, I heard a knock at the front door. I walked over and saw that the mail had come. I opened the door and got the letters and bills.
I looked through them one by one until I come across something that made me pause. It was a letter to me, but with no return address. In its place, there were two amber looking eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. I opened the letter and found a piece of paper inside it with one of the most strange things I had ever seen written on anything. It was nothing but a long, stream of numbers that covered almost the whole paper. I was a little shocked about what this was. Was it some kind of code? Was it a map? Was it just random numbers? Is this the Illuminati?
I just decided to forget about because it was probably some kind of troll. We were kind of celebrities now and had gotten quite popular, so people are going to want to get our attention. I sat down on my chair and began to upload my movie to YouTube. While I waited, I played Rainbow Six for a couple of hours. Then, at around 11:45 in the morning, the movie had been uploaded.
I tweeted out that the movie was out and it got retweeted at least 100 times within the first hour of me posting it. The video reached about 2 views within a minute and 300 views in another 20 minutes. This was the most amount of views I had ever received on YouTube. There were people making response videos only about three hours after uploading it. Clips of the video where uploaded on 9gag and 4Chan in meme form. My movie had been a major talking point in the community. By around 7:30 pm, the video had hit around 1 million views.
At around 8:00 pm, I got a notification from Buzzfeed that four people had gone missing again in the forest. I read the article and it turns out four dudes had stupidly decided to go out into the woods and try and kill Inkanyamba after watching our movie. I almost laughed at how stupid some people are. Had I not said that she was unkillable. Just look at Inkanyamba. She’s even longer than the blue whale. As I was reading the article, my eyes happened to fall onto the paper of numbers. As I looked, something caught my eye.
Near the bottom of the paper, I saw this line of numbers: 2012019040613. Inside that line, I saw this 2012019. I looked at the date and saw that it was today’s date. I walked up to my whiteboard and wrote 2012019040613. Then I divided the first part into 2/01/2019/040613. So it was obvious that the numbers where dates or at least some of it was dated. I looked at the article and compared it to the numbers. Four people had gone missing and there was a 04 in the sequence. So I thought that the 04 must be how many people went missing. So I rewrote the numbers on the board to this: 2/01/2019 04 0613. I read the article some more and tried to figure out what the 0613 must be. I looked around and found this.
“The men went missing at around 6:13 pm and have still not been found.”
I compared their time of going missing to the 0613 number on the sequence and saw that it was a perfect match. After doing all of this, I rewrote the sequence again into this: 2/01/2019 04 06:13. So as I looked at it, I realized something else. I had gotten this paper this morning at around 9:30 am in the morning or so. The people went missing at 6:13 pm in the afternoon, so how could have the person known when this would occur down to the last detail. Letters usually take about one to two days before arriving somewhere, so this person knew that those four people were going to go missing three days or so before it actually happened. That’s impossible. Right?
I was a bit dumbfounded. What was this list really? I erased the whiteboard and ripped it off the wall, plopping it on my bed. I then grabbed the paper and re-wrote the whole sequence of numbers, from start to finish on the board. It took up the whole space and was hard on my hand by the end, but I needed to know if this paper was what I thought it was. As soon as I finished writing the numbers, I sat down at my computer and began to do some research.
The first date I looked up was the first numbers in the sequence, 12292013. I found out that 12/29/2013 was the date that John Stewart, the only guy to return from the forest alive besides us, went missing. I circled the date on the whiteboard as well as the death toll and time. Then went onto the next date, 3/18/2014, was the date the first person to go missing after John did. Next, there was a home invasion by Inkanyamba on 8/07/2014. I thought that Inkanyamba only hunted those who went out into the woods, but no. Next, another home invasion by Inkanyamba back to back six days later on 8/13/2014.
As the list went on, the deaths just go tallied up like points on a video game. More and more dates went by. One after another, more and more people began to pile up, all of the victims of the forest.
“John Stewart goes missing after returning from the forest only two days earlier. Could he be right about Inkanyamba (12/30/2013)” “Is Inkanyamba Real? Hiker goes missing in Forest (9/16/2014)” “The seventh victim this month (12/18/2015)”, “Inkanyamba Strikes Again! Two people missing yet again (7/23/2016)” “Hikers gone again! (4/21/2016)”, “Talk about Trick or Treat: Three Campers gone missing on Halloween Night (10/31/2017)” “Happy New Death: Home Invader Strikes Again on New Year’s Eve! (12/31/2017)” “Man disappears from house! Event Horizon Border to built by Government (5/01/2018)” “Teenager kidnapped by Inkanyamba. Live Footage confirms her existence (1/08/2019)”
I even found the dates and time when Steven, Marty, and Albert were captured while we were hunting! How could this person predict the future so accurately? Then when I reached the bottom of the list, I notice something. The last numbers on the sequence are 20120191145EE, then followed by random numbers. I determined that the 2/01/2019 was the date (which was today), 1145 must be 11:45 pm, but there was no death toll, just “EE”. I sat, looking at the EE, wondering what it could mean. I looked at the rest of the numbers after the EE which was 5225182515145512195. I looked through the numbers and found no dates, which was odd since almost all the numbers were dates of Inkanyamba’s kills.
I decided that maybe the 5225182515145512195 was made in the code where 1=A 2=B and so on. Using this code I came up with this word, EBBEAR. I stopped halfway because it was obvious that wasn’t it. So I tried a different way. I decided that some of the words could be two-digit numbers between 10 - 26. Using that in mind, I underline all the numbers that could be two digits. After lots of experimentation, I divided the numbers into this 5225182515145512195.
So with the division in mind, I came up with this: 5=E, 22=V, 5=E, 18=R, 25=Y, 15=O, 14=N, 5=E, 5=E, 12=L, 19=S, 5=E. That translates to “Everyone Else”. When I read that, I wondered what in the world that could mean. “Everyone Else”. Does that mean that I and all of my friends are doomed and everyone else is okay? Or is it the other way around, where I and all my friends are allowed life to see the light of another day while everyone else has won a golden ticket to Inkanyamba’s digestive tract. I don’t know. And for a while, I didn’t know. Then after a couple of hours, it hit me. I finally knew why she had let us escape.
Inkanyamba wanted an audience. She singled us out for a very specific reason, to make it seem like she was easy to beat. The rumors of Inkanyamba being this indestructible killer snake had struck fear into people’s hearts. So much so, that people stopped going into the woods, making it difficult for her to feed. Now, with my movie available to the whole world, every normie pinhead with an internet connection can go out and do the same as me because if a group of teens can go against Inkanyamba and walk away, what is stopping them from doing the same.
My mind was so blown that I had to lay down on my bed. I knew that in not even a couple of days, people are going to running to the forest trying to take her on, not knowing what they are really fighting. I had pretty much become a waiter. I was the waiter, Inkanyamba was the guest and everyone else was the main dish. It had already started as of an hour ago. The worst part about it all was that there was nothing I could do about it. The movie was already on the internet and everything that is on the internet stays on the internet. It can never be taken down. Information can never be created or destroyed.
Just at the peak of my mind explosion, I felt a gust of warm, odorless breath wash over my body. I quickly turned around and saw her. The emerald, green coils were spread over my bed and floor. She was in my house, in my room. I jumped at the sight of her, knowing this was not some kind of dream or vision. “Ahhh! God, you scared me Inka.” I said. Inka giggled. “I expected that. How’ss your head?” Inka asked.
“Good. It doesn’t hurt anymore. So, are you mad about the whole escape thing?” I asked. Inka shook her head. “No. I’m not mad. I came here to talk to you about the film you made.” she said. “Oh. Well, do you like it?” I asked. “Yess, I quite enjoyed it. You sseemed to do a good job of telling the sstory from a prey’ss persspective. One I can’t really relate too, but enjoyable nonetheless.” she hissed.
“Thank you,” I said. I then looked at her straight in the eyes in a serious manner. “I know why you let us go. I know that it wasn’t luck or skill that got us out of the woods alive.” I said. Inka leaned a little closer. “What do you mean by that?” she asked. “I know that you let us go on purpose. You had to, otherwise, there was no possible way for us to pull that off. You let us go because you knew that I would make the movie and make it look like it was possible could escape from you when it’s really not.” I said.
“You are a fast learner…” she purred. “I just have one question to ask you,” I said, sitting down on one of her coils. She shifted her mass over towards me and around my body. Her head came around to the side of my face, her inky black tongue flicking on the side of my face. I turned and looked directly into Inka’s vibrant, golden eyes. “Are you afraid of anything?” I asked.
Inka looked puzzled. She needed a minute to think it over. Then she looked at me again. “Let me ask you ssomething. What sshould I be afraid of.” Inka asked. “Your instincts. More specifically, your hunger.” I said. Inka paused for a second, then nodded. “I can ssee that.” she said. “Do you know what I fear?” I asked. Inka leaned a little closer. “What?” she hissed. I looked at her directly into her eyes, almost staring her down. “You,” I said.
Her coils began to wrap around my body, starting at my torso and wrapping around my chest and body. My heart-rate increased slightly, but very quickly calmed down to its normal rate. I began to get slightly nervous at the invasive contact. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the side of my face. “Are you ssure? You don’t sseem that sscared.” Inka whispered into my ear. She shifted her weight over to my right, making me lay down on the massive heap of coils. Inka slithered over my body, remaining contact with my face, never pulling away.
“Well, that’s what I wanted to really talk about,” I said. I turned my head to face her fully. “Inka. Everything is different. I not afraid of anything. I can remember everything in my life.” I said. Inka looked a bit confused. “How sso?” she asked.
“I can remember the feeling of the warm, tropical air on my body when we look a trip to Bermuda. I can remember the pain in my teeth when I had braces. I can remember the time when my mother dressed me up in a red pepper costume on my first Halloween ever.” I leaned closer to Inka, tears beginning to stream down my face. “I can remember the taste of my mother’s milk in my mouth...and it kills me that I still haven’t thanked my mom for the 7,749 kisses I can still feel on my face…” I said.
I felt like I had kind of surprised Inka. “The doctor said that the arrow punctured my amygdala and I can’t feel fear as much anymore. I thought it would just make me less hesitant, but it’s more than that. I don’t feel anxious. I barely care about my survival. I eat and drink only when I need to. I never get uncomfortable. I make decisions much quicker. I’m completely changed. The only time I seem to return to my old self...is when I think about you.” I said.
Inka leaned closer, her lips pressing completely on my ears. “Fear dictatess almosst every action we do in our livess. Every thought and every feeling is dictated by fear. When I look around at the lifeformss that live on thiss planet, everything that makess uss living thingss, iss primitive. It’ss nothing but obsstacless. Without the hessitation of fear and worry, we can accomplissh goalss much fasster and better than we could with fear. We’re more willing to exploit new sstrategiess and think our way through life rather than ssimply reacting. It’ss an advantage and dissadvantage at the ssame time.” Inka whispered.
I listened to every part of her wisdom. She was right. When looking back, I was so concerned about who I was and what people thought of me, but I don’t care anymore. It can’t hurt me. Who cares about them. All that matters is that you help others and that you are happy in life. If you can do that, then it doesn’t matter who you are and what you do.
“I feel like your the only one I can talk to about this, because your the only one who has lived in life without obstacles,” I said. Inka licked my check passionately. “All that matterss iss that you get the ssupport you need my pet,” she said. I smiled lightly. “ Still feel kind of bad about killing everyone who gets inspired by my film,” I said. “Now now, don’t think of it as a murder weapon. Think of it, as extermination of the ignorant.” Inka said.
I giggled. “Hey, what time is it?” I asked. “Late. Much later than you sshould be up. You sshould get your resst.” Inka said. “I don’t really know. I’m not that tired.” I said. Inka then began to pile more of her coils onto my body, holding me down while compressing me from the sides. “Ssshhh… Resst my pet. Don’t worry. Your ssafe with me.” she purred.
I began to get progressively more and more buried in Inka’s cool, thick coils. I looked up as she used her tail to turn out the light. I was then shrouded in pitch black. All except for Inka’s golden, amber eyes, that pierced the darkness like a knife. I looked into her amazingly beautiful eyes as her head came down just above my face. I couldn’t see it, but I felt her warm, moist tongue drag itself slowly over my check.
“Ssleep little one. You and I have a lot ahead of uss.” she purred before resting covering my face with her coils. As I sat there in the dark, I decided to reflect. I was now her’s. She was right, I could never escape from her. But it wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought. And I better start getting used to it too, as she is immortal and I’m not. I think I’m even starting to enjoy it...
THE END
Okay, now it finally over. This is the last part of my "The Hunt" series, which is massive gift art for the amazingly talented and awesome Inkanyamba.
Don't ask me to make a sequel. I'm not making one...yet.
Inkanyamba belongs to http://www.furaffinity.net/user/inkanyamba/
Aiden is me ;)
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Next: 07/04/2034
It was early morning, around 9:30 am. I walked into my room and turned on my computer. There was an explosion of News reports about our return. There were reports from Fox News, CBS News, Buzzfeed, New York Times you name it. For once, I had seen a CNN report that wasn’t about Donald Trump! I watched a few and laughed at how wrong some of the information was. Most of the stories were about rumors and memes made out of us. Some were actually not that bad. Then, I heard a knock at the front door. I walked over and saw that the mail had come. I opened the door and got the letters and bills.
I looked through them one by one until I come across something that made me pause. It was a letter to me, but with no return address. In its place, there were two amber looking eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. I opened the letter and found a piece of paper inside it with one of the most strange things I had ever seen written on anything. It was nothing but a long, stream of numbers that covered almost the whole paper. I was a little shocked about what this was. Was it some kind of code? Was it a map? Was it just random numbers? Is this the Illuminati?
I just decided to forget about because it was probably some kind of troll. We were kind of celebrities now and had gotten quite popular, so people are going to want to get our attention. I sat down on my chair and began to upload my movie to YouTube. While I waited, I played Rainbow Six for a couple of hours. Then, at around 11:45 in the morning, the movie had been uploaded.
I tweeted out that the movie was out and it got retweeted at least 100 times within the first hour of me posting it. The video reached about 2 views within a minute and 300 views in another 20 minutes. This was the most amount of views I had ever received on YouTube. There were people making response videos only about three hours after uploading it. Clips of the video where uploaded on 9gag and 4Chan in meme form. My movie had been a major talking point in the community. By around 7:30 pm, the video had hit around 1 million views.
At around 8:00 pm, I got a notification from Buzzfeed that four people had gone missing again in the forest. I read the article and it turns out four dudes had stupidly decided to go out into the woods and try and kill Inkanyamba after watching our movie. I almost laughed at how stupid some people are. Had I not said that she was unkillable. Just look at Inkanyamba. She’s even longer than the blue whale. As I was reading the article, my eyes happened to fall onto the paper of numbers. As I looked, something caught my eye.
Near the bottom of the paper, I saw this line of numbers: 2012019040613. Inside that line, I saw this 2012019. I looked at the date and saw that it was today’s date. I walked up to my whiteboard and wrote 2012019040613. Then I divided the first part into 2/01/2019/040613. So it was obvious that the numbers where dates or at least some of it was dated. I looked at the article and compared it to the numbers. Four people had gone missing and there was a 04 in the sequence. So I thought that the 04 must be how many people went missing. So I rewrote the numbers on the board to this: 2/01/2019 04 0613. I read the article some more and tried to figure out what the 0613 must be. I looked around and found this.
“The men went missing at around 6:13 pm and have still not been found.”
I compared their time of going missing to the 0613 number on the sequence and saw that it was a perfect match. After doing all of this, I rewrote the sequence again into this: 2/01/2019 04 06:13. So as I looked at it, I realized something else. I had gotten this paper this morning at around 9:30 am in the morning or so. The people went missing at 6:13 pm in the afternoon, so how could have the person known when this would occur down to the last detail. Letters usually take about one to two days before arriving somewhere, so this person knew that those four people were going to go missing three days or so before it actually happened. That’s impossible. Right?
I was a bit dumbfounded. What was this list really? I erased the whiteboard and ripped it off the wall, plopping it on my bed. I then grabbed the paper and re-wrote the whole sequence of numbers, from start to finish on the board. It took up the whole space and was hard on my hand by the end, but I needed to know if this paper was what I thought it was. As soon as I finished writing the numbers, I sat down at my computer and began to do some research.
The first date I looked up was the first numbers in the sequence, 12292013. I found out that 12/29/2013 was the date that John Stewart, the only guy to return from the forest alive besides us, went missing. I circled the date on the whiteboard as well as the death toll and time. Then went onto the next date, 3/18/2014, was the date the first person to go missing after John did. Next, there was a home invasion by Inkanyamba on 8/07/2014. I thought that Inkanyamba only hunted those who went out into the woods, but no. Next, another home invasion by Inkanyamba back to back six days later on 8/13/2014.
As the list went on, the deaths just go tallied up like points on a video game. More and more dates went by. One after another, more and more people began to pile up, all of the victims of the forest.
“John Stewart goes missing after returning from the forest only two days earlier. Could he be right about Inkanyamba (12/30/2013)” “Is Inkanyamba Real? Hiker goes missing in Forest (9/16/2014)” “The seventh victim this month (12/18/2015)”, “Inkanyamba Strikes Again! Two people missing yet again (7/23/2016)” “Hikers gone again! (4/21/2016)”, “Talk about Trick or Treat: Three Campers gone missing on Halloween Night (10/31/2017)” “Happy New Death: Home Invader Strikes Again on New Year’s Eve! (12/31/2017)” “Man disappears from house! Event Horizon Border to built by Government (5/01/2018)” “Teenager kidnapped by Inkanyamba. Live Footage confirms her existence (1/08/2019)”
I even found the dates and time when Steven, Marty, and Albert were captured while we were hunting! How could this person predict the future so accurately? Then when I reached the bottom of the list, I notice something. The last numbers on the sequence are 20120191145EE, then followed by random numbers. I determined that the 2/01/2019 was the date (which was today), 1145 must be 11:45 pm, but there was no death toll, just “EE”. I sat, looking at the EE, wondering what it could mean. I looked at the rest of the numbers after the EE which was 5225182515145512195. I looked through the numbers and found no dates, which was odd since almost all the numbers were dates of Inkanyamba’s kills.
I decided that maybe the 5225182515145512195 was made in the code where 1=A 2=B and so on. Using this code I came up with this word, EBBEAR. I stopped halfway because it was obvious that wasn’t it. So I tried a different way. I decided that some of the words could be two-digit numbers between 10 - 26. Using that in mind, I underline all the numbers that could be two digits. After lots of experimentation, I divided the numbers into this 5225182515145512195.
So with the division in mind, I came up with this: 5=E, 22=V, 5=E, 18=R, 25=Y, 15=O, 14=N, 5=E, 5=E, 12=L, 19=S, 5=E. That translates to “Everyone Else”. When I read that, I wondered what in the world that could mean. “Everyone Else”. Does that mean that I and all of my friends are doomed and everyone else is okay? Or is it the other way around, where I and all my friends are allowed life to see the light of another day while everyone else has won a golden ticket to Inkanyamba’s digestive tract. I don’t know. And for a while, I didn’t know. Then after a couple of hours, it hit me. I finally knew why she had let us escape.
Inkanyamba wanted an audience. She singled us out for a very specific reason, to make it seem like she was easy to beat. The rumors of Inkanyamba being this indestructible killer snake had struck fear into people’s hearts. So much so, that people stopped going into the woods, making it difficult for her to feed. Now, with my movie available to the whole world, every normie pinhead with an internet connection can go out and do the same as me because if a group of teens can go against Inkanyamba and walk away, what is stopping them from doing the same.
My mind was so blown that I had to lay down on my bed. I knew that in not even a couple of days, people are going to running to the forest trying to take her on, not knowing what they are really fighting. I had pretty much become a waiter. I was the waiter, Inkanyamba was the guest and everyone else was the main dish. It had already started as of an hour ago. The worst part about it all was that there was nothing I could do about it. The movie was already on the internet and everything that is on the internet stays on the internet. It can never be taken down. Information can never be created or destroyed.
Just at the peak of my mind explosion, I felt a gust of warm, odorless breath wash over my body. I quickly turned around and saw her. The emerald, green coils were spread over my bed and floor. She was in my house, in my room. I jumped at the sight of her, knowing this was not some kind of dream or vision. “Ahhh! God, you scared me Inka.” I said. Inka giggled. “I expected that. How’ss your head?” Inka asked.
“Good. It doesn’t hurt anymore. So, are you mad about the whole escape thing?” I asked. Inka shook her head. “No. I’m not mad. I came here to talk to you about the film you made.” she said. “Oh. Well, do you like it?” I asked. “Yess, I quite enjoyed it. You sseemed to do a good job of telling the sstory from a prey’ss persspective. One I can’t really relate too, but enjoyable nonetheless.” she hissed.
“Thank you,” I said. I then looked at her straight in the eyes in a serious manner. “I know why you let us go. I know that it wasn’t luck or skill that got us out of the woods alive.” I said. Inka leaned a little closer. “What do you mean by that?” she asked. “I know that you let us go on purpose. You had to, otherwise, there was no possible way for us to pull that off. You let us go because you knew that I would make the movie and make it look like it was possible could escape from you when it’s really not.” I said.
“You are a fast learner…” she purred. “I just have one question to ask you,” I said, sitting down on one of her coils. She shifted her mass over towards me and around my body. Her head came around to the side of my face, her inky black tongue flicking on the side of my face. I turned and looked directly into Inka’s vibrant, golden eyes. “Are you afraid of anything?” I asked.
Inka looked puzzled. She needed a minute to think it over. Then she looked at me again. “Let me ask you ssomething. What sshould I be afraid of.” Inka asked. “Your instincts. More specifically, your hunger.” I said. Inka paused for a second, then nodded. “I can ssee that.” she said. “Do you know what I fear?” I asked. Inka leaned a little closer. “What?” she hissed. I looked at her directly into her eyes, almost staring her down. “You,” I said.
Her coils began to wrap around my body, starting at my torso and wrapping around my chest and body. My heart-rate increased slightly, but very quickly calmed down to its normal rate. I began to get slightly nervous at the invasive contact. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the side of my face. “Are you ssure? You don’t sseem that sscared.” Inka whispered into my ear. She shifted her weight over to my right, making me lay down on the massive heap of coils. Inka slithered over my body, remaining contact with my face, never pulling away.
“Well, that’s what I wanted to really talk about,” I said. I turned my head to face her fully. “Inka. Everything is different. I not afraid of anything. I can remember everything in my life.” I said. Inka looked a bit confused. “How sso?” she asked.
“I can remember the feeling of the warm, tropical air on my body when we look a trip to Bermuda. I can remember the pain in my teeth when I had braces. I can remember the time when my mother dressed me up in a red pepper costume on my first Halloween ever.” I leaned closer to Inka, tears beginning to stream down my face. “I can remember the taste of my mother’s milk in my mouth...and it kills me that I still haven’t thanked my mom for the 7,749 kisses I can still feel on my face…” I said.
I felt like I had kind of surprised Inka. “The doctor said that the arrow punctured my amygdala and I can’t feel fear as much anymore. I thought it would just make me less hesitant, but it’s more than that. I don’t feel anxious. I barely care about my survival. I eat and drink only when I need to. I never get uncomfortable. I make decisions much quicker. I’m completely changed. The only time I seem to return to my old self...is when I think about you.” I said.
Inka leaned closer, her lips pressing completely on my ears. “Fear dictatess almosst every action we do in our livess. Every thought and every feeling is dictated by fear. When I look around at the lifeformss that live on thiss planet, everything that makess uss living thingss, iss primitive. It’ss nothing but obsstacless. Without the hessitation of fear and worry, we can accomplissh goalss much fasster and better than we could with fear. We’re more willing to exploit new sstrategiess and think our way through life rather than ssimply reacting. It’ss an advantage and dissadvantage at the ssame time.” Inka whispered.
I listened to every part of her wisdom. She was right. When looking back, I was so concerned about who I was and what people thought of me, but I don’t care anymore. It can’t hurt me. Who cares about them. All that matters is that you help others and that you are happy in life. If you can do that, then it doesn’t matter who you are and what you do.
“I feel like your the only one I can talk to about this, because your the only one who has lived in life without obstacles,” I said. Inka licked my check passionately. “All that matterss iss that you get the ssupport you need my pet,” she said. I smiled lightly. “ Still feel kind of bad about killing everyone who gets inspired by my film,” I said. “Now now, don’t think of it as a murder weapon. Think of it, as extermination of the ignorant.” Inka said.
I giggled. “Hey, what time is it?” I asked. “Late. Much later than you sshould be up. You sshould get your resst.” Inka said. “I don’t really know. I’m not that tired.” I said. Inka then began to pile more of her coils onto my body, holding me down while compressing me from the sides. “Ssshhh… Resst my pet. Don’t worry. Your ssafe with me.” she purred.
I began to get progressively more and more buried in Inka’s cool, thick coils. I looked up as she used her tail to turn out the light. I was then shrouded in pitch black. All except for Inka’s golden, amber eyes, that pierced the darkness like a knife. I looked into her amazingly beautiful eyes as her head came down just above my face. I couldn’t see it, but I felt her warm, moist tongue drag itself slowly over my check.
“Ssleep little one. You and I have a lot ahead of uss.” she purred before resting covering my face with her coils. As I sat there in the dark, I decided to reflect. I was now her’s. She was right, I could never escape from her. But it wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought. And I better start getting used to it too, as she is immortal and I’m not. I think I’m even starting to enjoy it...
THE END
Okay, now it finally over. This is the last part of my "The Hunt" series, which is massive gift art for the amazingly talented and awesome Inkanyamba.
Don't ask me to make a sequel. I'm not making one...yet.
Inkanyamba belongs to http://www.furaffinity.net/user/inkanyamba/
Aiden is me ;)
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Category Story / Vore
Species Snake / Serpent
Size 96 x 120px
File Size 11.5 kB
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