[berseh] 
Zack on the run 10
Pushing the agent ahead, dragging me behind, sometimes he made us crouch and hide under the bushes, his hand and gun forcing us to silence.
To my consternation Zack walked us to a part of the forest where no sounds from the hunt could be heard anymore.
He had managed to lead us away.
A road, just ahead!
He made us stop, then walk back a couple of steps.
With his usual brutality he kicked the woman to make her fall on her knees.
He could have ordered her to kneel, but that's not how he functions.
"Don't move fuckFed. Got to stack Blondie here."
Using the bits of ropes that were still around my wrists, he violently tied me to a small tree.
In spite of the exposure, of the danger, of the constant pain and terror.
In spite my sheer helplessness, strangely...
..strangely the contact of the rude bark against my bare skin soothed me. Reminded me of.. of the happy days we played as kids.
Wasn't it ridiculous? Incongruous? It sent me back to when we played prisoner. To this older boy I was in love with as a little girl.
"Now you better stay silent, slit" he spit to my face "or the nice FBI cunt gets a bullet. Hear me?"
I nodded. At that point all I could do was follow. Obey. Do whatever anyone ordered me.
"Okay wonderslut" he kicked the FBI woman." Get up, we're going to try get a fucking ride."