Into the woods

As you may have guessed, I had a bit of an… incident in the woods recently; on Thursday to be exact. Wrote it as another story because Dia told me before that she likes my stories and Freedomcaged had said that he was looking forward to more, but here’s what happened in less flowery terms:

That evening I felt compelled to go to the woods again. I usually wouldn’t go that late for fear of being stuck out there in the dark but I knew that the compulsion wouldn’t go away and, as I said, I like the woods so I shoved a few needful things into my pockets including a flashlight, taped my knife to my back, pulled my shirt down over it, threw on a hoodie and left. 

Once there, I walked along the trail enjoying the sights, sounds and smells of the area. Eventually, I began to hear footsteps behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see this guy following behind me. I kept going, noticing that he seemed to be keeping an even pace with mine so I took a look back to confirm and- good lord, he was grabbing his crotch and giving me a look that I most certainly did not appreciate.  His intentions made sickeningly clear, I sped up… so did he.

Figuring that this was going to get messy, I left the path and took off into the woods so as to avoid prying eyes. The idiot, probably thinking “woman + woods + evening = easy pickings” followed.

I’m not a very big person and I was very familiar with that area, so I was able to slip through the trees and over the roots with relative ease as I led him uphill. He on the other hand, while not an enormous man, was big enough that he seemed to be getting scratched by the branches and was either unfamiliar with the area or was not being careful enough to keep from stumbling over the roots. If only you could have heard the obscenities he hurled at me as I started to lead him back down.  

I headed towards the plateau, him close behind. I pulled the knife from under my shirt just as I reached the area, turned and thrust the knife towards him as he was barreling down. I had intended to catch him in the gut, but my aim/timing was off…. and yet so perfect… 

Yes… in the lucky shot to top all lucky shots, I wound up stabbing the would-be rapist right in the crotch. Of course, the momentum he had built up meant that we both fell, but it was worth it. We hit the ground and he rolled away from me. I was winded for a moment, but eventually managed to get to my hands and knees, taking up the knife which had been torn free in the fall. By this point, he was laying on his on his side and making a terrible racket. I crawled over to him and forced him onto his back… He wasn’t able to put up much of a fight thanks to the pain and his vain attempts to stop the bleeding, so it was relatively easy to keep him that way while I positioned myself behind his head…  Oh those panicked eyes, the expression he no doubt wanted for me…  I grabbed him by the hair, lifted his head, partly so he could get a better look at the damage and partly to keep out of the way of the blood spray and silenced him by cutting his throat. I intended to hold him like that until he died but Ritter cut that plan short when he suddenly appeared in front of us and sank one of his tentacles into the guy’s chest. I quickly let go and backed off as more of Ritter’s tentacles shot into his body, then lifted him up.  The next thing I remember is standing in my living room at home…   

Don’t know what, if anything, happened in between, but I didn’t let that get in the way of my original plans for the night. Baked some chocolate chip cookies for my coworkers as yesterday was the last day of my contract with my day job.  They were enjoyed :)

Back to my original point, I think it’s safe to assume that my dear employer set this up, given the compulsion I felt to go there…  I think my job description has officially changed somewhat

Anyway…  Dia, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry I couldn’t be good like you asked… but at the same time, I’d like to dedicate this one to you, if that’s alright. I know it wasn’t David, but still….

And OPOF, I’m not trying to steal your thunder, so I hope you don’t view it as such