I stepped forward, my gaze locked onto Mary as she casually tucked her gun back into its holster, her expression shifting from surprise to something far more dangerous—amusement. She turned to Veronica, her voice dripping with a mix of curiosity and cruelty.
"What are we gonna do with her?"
Veronica sighed, running a hand through her hair as she studied Helen, who was still struggling against her bonds, her muffled protests filling the air. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration.
"It was by accident she noticed us when we went to catch the fish in the stream. She must be from the same tribe as the man we found last night. So they must be living somewhere near us."
Mary's gaze flicked to Helen, her eyes raking over her body with a mix of curiosity and something far more predatory. "But why isn't she wearing any clothes?" she mused, her voice laced with a dark, hungry edge.
"Look at those tits, sis... they're so big... much bigger than mine..." Her eyes lingered on Helen's chest, her expression shifting to something almost appreciative before she turned to Veronica, her gaze dropping to her sister's own ample cleavage. "But... yours... will give some competition."
Veronica's face flushed a deep red, her hands instinctively crossing over her chest as she glared at Mary. "What... what nonsense are you talking about, Mary?!"
Mary smirked, her voice dropping to a teasing purr. "Sister, you know I'm a lesbian, right? Can't I find it attractive?" Her eyes lingered on Veronica's chest, her gaze unapologetically bold.
Veronica's blush deepened, her voice a flustered stammer. "Mary—! That's not—! You can't just—!"
Mary laughed, clearly enjoying her sister's discomfort. "Oh, relax. I'm just admiring the view." She turned her attention back to Helen, her expression shifting to something far colder. "But seriously... what are we going to do with her?"
Helen's muffled screams grew more frantic, her body twisting against the ropes as she tried to break free. Her eyes locked onto me, her gaze pleading, desperate.
I didn't move. I didn't speak.
I just watched.
And waited.
Veronica sighed, her cheeks still flushed from Mary's teasing, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. The tension between the two sisters was thick, charged with something that made my skin prickle—partly from the absurdity of the situation, partly from the dark, twisted images Mary's words had conjured in my mind.
A lesbian. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. My mind, against my will, flashed with vivid, filthy images—Mary and Veronica, their bodies tangled together, their pussies rubbing against each other, slick and glistening, their moans filling the air. The thought was too much—too raw, too obscene. My cock twitched involuntarily, and I clenched my fists, shaking my head sharply to clear the image.
Fuck. This wasn't the time. This wasn't the place.
The damage was done. The mental image of Mary and Veronica—tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their pussies grinding against each other—lingered in my mind like a curse. My blood ran hotter than it should have, my pulse thrumming in my ears, but I forced myself to focus. Helen first.
I stepped out from the shadows, my presence immediately drawing their attention. Helen's muffled screams grew louder, her body straining against the ropes as she caught sight of me. The sound was desperate, raw, her voice distorted by Veronica's panties still stuffed in her mouth.
Veronica's eyes widened, her hand instinctively tightening around the fabric of her skirt. "What... are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice laced with suspicion.
Mary's smirk returned, her gaze flicking between me and Helen. "He must be here to save her," she said, pointing at Helen with a mocking tilt of her head.
I didn't understand their words, but I didn't need to. Instead, I responded with a string of gibberish, my voice rough as I pointed at Helen. "Ula... Inuk... Outla... Nima..." The words were nonsense, but my meaning was clear.
Veronica's brow furrowed, her finger jabbing in Helen's direction. "Are you here to take her? Is she from your tribe?"
I didn't reply. I just stood there, my gaze locked on Helen, my finger still pointed at her.
Then, without another word, I strode toward her. My hands moved quickly, untying the ropes binding her wrists. As soon as her arms were free, I reached into her mouth, pulling out the wadded-up panties. Helen gasped, her breath ragged as she threw her arms around me, her body trembling with relief.
"My King... thank you for saving me," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she hugged me tightly.
I didn't reply. I just nodded, my hand resting on her back for a brief moment before I gently pushed her behind me, shielding her.
Mary let out a mocking laugh, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like she's his wife, Sister. You've got no chance."
Veronica's face flushed a deep red, her fists clenching at her sides. "Mary! I will beat you up if you talk nonsense again!" she snapped, her voice sharp with embarrassment. "What does his wife have to do with me?!"
Mary just smirked, clearly enjoying her sister's flustered reaction. "Oh, relax. I'm just saying—"
I didn't wait to hear the rest.
With Helen safely behind me, I turned my full attention back to Mary and Veronica, my expression cold as stone, my stance unyielding. The air between us crackled with tension, the weight of what was about to happen hanging heavy in the silence.
Mary's smirk faded slightly, her eyes narrowing as she studied me. "Sister..." she said, her voice low and calculating, "are we gonna let them go just like that?" She tilted her head, her gaze flicking to Helen before locking back onto me. "What if he attacks us, thinking we kidnapped his wife? Or even wanting to harm us?"
Veronica didn't respond immediately. Instead, her eyes locked onto me, her gaze drifting past me to Helen, who was pressed tightly against my back. Helen's voice was a trembling whisper, her words spilling out in a rush of fear and urgency.
Helen's voice trembled as she clung to me, her fingers digging into the shoulders like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go. "King... they have this monster that brought me here... when I went to look for the stream... as you told us..." Her breath hitched, her words spilling out in a frantic rush. "But they are strange—their clothes, and look at what that is above the tree! They look dangerous, my King..."
I realized what she meant by "monster"—the car. The hulking, unfamiliar machine that must have seemed like some kind of beast to her. The way it roared, the way it moved without legs, the way it carried them here—it was no wonder she was terrified. And the treehouse, the clothes, the guns—all of it was beyond anything she'd ever seen.
Mary's lips curled into a slow, predatory smirk as her gaze raked over Helen, lingering on her trembling form with a hunger that made my skin crawl.
She licked her lips, her tongue tracing the curve of her mouth in a way that was deliberately provocative, her eyes dark with something far more sinister than amusement.
"Sister," she purred, her voice dripping with lustful suggestion, "why don't we do this...?" She turned her head slightly, her gaze flicking to Veronica before locking back onto Helen.
"You keep this man to yourself... and leave me that woman." Her words were laced with a dark, hungry edge, her eyes never leaving Helen's body. "What do you say?"
Helen's breath hitched, her fingers clutching at my skirt like she was afraid I'd vanish if she let go. She pressed closer to me, her body trembling as if she could melt into my shadow, her voice a trembling whisper. "My King..." She didn't understand their words, but the fear in her eyes was raw, instinctive. She knew danger when she saw it.
I didn't move.
I didn't speak.
The tension in the air was thick enough to cut, the silence heavy with the weight of what was coming.
Veronica's voice broke through the quiet, her tone laced with frustration and something deeper—disgust. "Mary... how did you become so evil?" She shook her head, her fists clenching at her sides. "Always talking about killing and kidnapping people. What's wrong with you?"
Mary's smirk didn't waver, but her eyes flicked to Veronica, her voice sharp with mock offense. "Sister... are you worried about them... instead of your own sister?"
Veronica's expression twisted, her voice tight with emotion. "It's not that—"
Mary's smirk deepened, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Then what is it, Sister?" She stepped closer, her gaze locking onto Veronica's, her voice dropping to a low, taunting purr.
Veronica's face flushed, her voice rising in frustration. " Mary, you're sick! You talk about people like they're objects—like they don't even matter!"
Mary's cold laugh faded into something darker, her smirk slipping as her gaze flicked to Veronica. Her voice dropped, the usual sharp edge softened by something almost sad. "The only person that matters to me is you, Sister."
She stepped closer, her expression uncharacteristically serious. "And I will protect you... even from yourself." Her hand reached out, brushing Veronica's arm before pulling away, as if she couldn't bear to linger. "You're innocent. Kind. But we can't survive like that, Sister. Not here. Not in this world."
Veronica's breath hitched, her eyes wide as she stared at her sister, the frustration in her voice giving way to something more vulnerable. "Mary..."
Mary's voice hardened, her gaze flicking to me, then back to Helen, before settling on Veronica again. "Just think about it, Sister. What if you were captured by these savages?" Her words were deliberate, cruel in their honesty.
"Would they show you mercy? Or would they rape you? Or maybe even eat you alive?" She let the words hang in the air, her expression unreadable.
Veronica's face paled, her hands trembling slightly as she wrapped her arms around herself. "Mary, that's—"
"The truth?" Mary cut in, her voice sharp again, the sadness in her tone replaced by something colder. "This is the world we live in, Sister. It's kill or be killed. And I'd rather be the one holding the knife."
I didn't react. I didn't move.
But something in Mary's words struck a chord—something dark, something primal. She wasn't wrong. This was the world we lived in. A world where strength was the only law, where mercy was a weakness, where the only way to survive was to be the one holding the power.
And right now?
That power was mine.
My gaze flicked to Helen, still pressed against me, her breath shallow, her eyes wide with fear. Then back to Mary, her hand still hovering near her gun, her expression a mix of defiance and something almost like regret.
I didn't say a word.
I took that single step forward, my gaze locked onto Mary as her eyes narrowed, her fingers finally closing around the grip of her gun. The air between us was electric, charged with the promise of violence.
But then—
Veronica's hand shot out, gripping Mary's wrist, her voice desperate. "No!" She turned to me, her face pale, her free hand pointing toward the dense forest behind us. "Go away. Now."
I hesitated. Just for a second. Because I knew—if Mary pulled that trigger, Helen wouldn't stand a chance. A bullet to the head, and it would all be over.
I reached back, gripping Helen's hand tightly, and began to turn away.
Mary's voice cut through the tension, sharp with betrayal. "Sister! You're taking their side?!" She yanked her hand, trying to break free from Veronica's grip. "Let go of my hand!"
Veronica didn't budge. "Mary, stop! You don't have to do this!"
The two sisters grappled, their struggle growing more frantic, their breaths ragged. Mary's fingers twitched on the trigger, her face twisted with fury. "You're weak, Veronica! You always have been!"
Veronica's grip tightened, her voice breaking. "And you're monstrous!"
Then—
BANG.
The sound echoed through the clearing like a thunderclap.
Veronica's body jerked, her hands flying to her stomach as she crumpled to the ground, blood seeping through her fingers. Her eyes were wide with shock, her breath coming in ragged, pained gasps. "M-Mary...?"
Mary stood frozen, the gun still clutched in her hand, her face a mask of horror. "S...Sister I—I didn't—!"
But the damage was done.
Veronica's body hit the ground, her breath shallow, her eyes glazing over as the life drained out of her.
Helen let out a choked sob behind me, her grip on my hand turning desperate. "My King... we have to—"
I didn't let her finish.
I turned, my gaze locking onto Mary, who was now trembling, her face pale as she stared at her sister's bleeding body. The gun slipped from her fingers, clattering to the ground.