Kidnapped Slave

I spot my potential fat slave walking in front of me. The forest is eerily silent except for the sound of your footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves. She writhes in your grasp, her blue tank top stained with sweat and dirt, her black shorts torn from the struggle. ‘Let me go!’ she screams, her voice hoarse but filled with fury. You tighten your hold, your eyes cold and unyielding. ‘You belong to me now,’ you hiss, your voice a chilling promise of torment. She glares at you, her eyes blazing with defiance. ‘I’d rather die than be your slave,’ she hisses back, her words dripping with contempt. You smirk, unfazed by her resistance. ‘We’ll see how long that spirit lasts,’ you sneer, dragging her further into the shadowy depths of the forest. Her heart pounds with a mix of fear and determination as she vows to fight you every step of the way, refusing to be broken by your cruelty.