Not quite above the tree line. Small clusters of evergreens dot the area. They'd been hiking for several hours now and decide to stop and make camp fo... the night near a clump of pines. They take off their large packs and begin to make camp. They work well as a team and soon there's a cozy fire, plenty of dry fuel and a small tent. Their canteens filled from a nearby stream, they select some dried food from their packs for a meal and even have the makings for some s'mores. He switches on a small. Before we drove a block he reached up over his visor and handed us each a blindfold and ordered us to put them on.That seemed a bit sinister. But it wasn't a request.After we were blindfolded Heather gasped loudly and I felt her move suddenly beside me. I assumed his hand was where it shouldn't be.He told us that we were going to a party. It was a fairly regular party that he threw for some friends of his in order to stay on their good side. He normally took a girl or two to the party but this. : She’ll be ready for whatever, whenever, no matter what. That’s our guarantee.Husband: All right, turn around and bend over. [Places the lip of the bottle against WIFE’s anus.]Wife: OHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD—[HUSBAND smacks WIFE’s rear, hard.] Shut up, you dumb cunt. You love this.Wife: Yes, Sir, I love this! Please stick that bottle in my ass! I’m a dumb cunt, and I love it!Husband [smirking while working the bottle in]: What happened to “Silence Is Consent”?Wife: I’m AHHHHH—consenting! I’m. I just had to wear him down.And kill him.His flushed face glistened with sweat. Rivulets poured down his neck to his leather jerkin. He swung his short sword before him, knocking back my chain. Each time, I redirected the swing, attacking him from a new direction, weakening him more and more.His left hand moved down. He did it slowly, turning his body, almost hiding what he was doing as he went for a throwing knife on his bandoleer slung over his chest. I didn't betray my knowledge. I kept.