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athrowawaysideblog: ofdarkestdesires: athrowawaysideblog:ofdarkestdesires: athrowawaysideblog: ofdarkestdesires: athrowawaysideblog:ofdarkestdesires:Open Smut RPWell, this trip couldn’t have gone worse. Not only did her family’s yacht she’d taken out for a bit of a joyride for the weekend end up capsizing, but also while the rest of her friends had all managed to get in lifeboats and rafts, she’d somehow been knocked overboard before anyone could get to her. Now, Pacifica Northwest was stranded on a strange island, all on her own. She was thankful for the past few years of being friends with the Pines twins–it meant she could fend for herself decently well in her new deserted island situation–but even so, she couldn’t help but feel there was something off about this island…it felt unnatural, and like there were eyes all over, watching her. Moreau had hoped to live out a century or two in complete isolation. The information age had made it difficult to keep secrets and backing away from the world, from mankind had seemed like a great idea. He could live in autarci, meditate and keep an eye on the coasts and deep jungle through advanced surveillance equipment. The perfect hideout on an island nobody cared about…And then that girl had appeared on one of the cameras. She was clearly shipwrecked though, as two days of observation confirmed quite skilled at surviving. She was also quite beautifull, even without a decade of celibacy clouding his judgement.After a week he had finally made his decission, setting out with his gun in the middle of the night. Approaching the camp of the beautifull intruder as quietly as he could. Still not sure if he wanted to take her… or take her out. The perimeter around her basecamp was protected by various traps and alarms she’d made, just in case of any dangers on the island. They worked pretty well, too…as long as someone hadn’t been watching her set them up throughout the past few days. As such, she was sleeping soundly in her tent, her skimpy clothes of leaves and old scraps all that she wore. The man approached carefully, even without the cameras, most security measures wouldn’t have post much of a threat to him anyways. He had been in similar situations before… and back then the traps had generally included some sort of explosive.Thus he soon looked down at her young body, his face hidden underneath a gasmask, his body coverred by camo clothing. He leveled his rifle at the peacefully sleeping girl… then he changed his mind, gently pocking the metal barrel into her belly to wakr her up. Giving her a chance to plead for her life… giving him a chance at human interaction. Regardless of how deep in sleep Pacifica was, the feeling of a cold metal rod poking her in the stomach was enough to jolt her awake. As she burst up into an alert position, her eyes went wide at the sight of the strange man standing over her. “Oh fuck—“ she muttered, before laying flat and meek. “I-I—who are you, what are you doing in my camp?” “The one who is asking the questions.” he replied, voice distorted by his mask. “The one who shoots you if you don’t do exactly what I want.” he said, making a show of flicking the safety off.“Who are you, did you make contact with any resscue parties, do you know where you are and most importantly, what do I get from leaving your ass alive?” A cold jolt of fear suddenly ripped through Pacifica’s body as she saw the safety flick off the gun in the man’s hand–oh dear, this was dangerous. She meekly lay back on her bedspread, staring up at him with fear in her eyes.“M-my name is Pacifica, P-Pacifica Northwest,” she began, going down the list of questions. “I-I can’t contact anyone–my phone was lost when I went overboard, and we’re so far away that I haven’t be able to draw any attention with smoke signals yet…u-uh, I have no idea where I am, j-just what I thought was a deserted island…” she bit her lip. “A-and, I-I’ll do anything–I-I’ll do anything you ask me to, i-if you let me live!” He took a step back, his relieved smile hidden underneath his mask. Still his voice was just a hint softer when he spoke again.“Get to your knees… and elaborqte further on the last point. Give some examples.” he said calmly the weapon giving him an unnecassirly huge advantage. And he felt a spark of sadistic joy as he began to toy with the desperate girl. -- source link