There are all kinds of animals in the forest this afternoon. The hilly woods are filled with squirrels, birds, foxes, bears, spiders, coyotes, and wild turkeys. They're running and sleeping and eating and mating and chasing and being chased. Pure, undisturbed nature.
But the most peculiar of creatures is the adult woman named Bunny. She's making her way through the forest one hop after another. Her clothes and makeup are nowhere to be found. She only has a backpack to keep her company, containing a flask of water and an emergency cell phone.
Bunny has another name, too. But her ordinary identity isn't relevant here in the woods, where she and Wolf came for a most unusual of Honeymoons.
They told all their friends and family they were in Paris, because the truth is too strange for any of them to understand.
She's so helpless, hopping along the dirt. Vulnerable to being pounced by even the slowest of predators.
It's why she's here, in fact. To be preyed upon.
That's all a bunny is good for, after all.
Wolf gave her a ninety-minute headstart. But that isn't much when your ankles, knees, and wrists are tightly tied together with rope.
If her internal clock is to be trusted, she has been hip-hopping along for two-and-a-half hours. That means Wolf left the campsite an hour ago.
Bunny hopes he'll catch her. She wants that man to absolutely ravish her innocent little body. But it's no fun if she doesn't really try to get away from him.
They agreed that if he doesn't catch her by sunset, she would get bragging rights and a homemade meal of her choosing.
Besides, they could always play this game of hunter and prey some other time, maybe with less of a headstart. Worst case scenario, she'd go a little easy on him. That wouldn't be ideal, but better than nothing.
When she first left the campsite, she spent half an hour going in a straight line, then took an eighty-degree turn to the right before hopping the rest of the way. Since he watched her leave in the first place, she hoped the unexpected change of direction would catch him off guard.
Wolf knows her well enough, of course, to have seen that coming from a mile away. She just hoped he would be mistaken about which direction she'd go in.
The sun falls lower and lower to the horizon, glowing orange on her naked, defenseless skin.
Looks like the wolf isn't so fast after all.
The closer that nightfall approaches, the more certain Bunny is that she won the game. She hops herself in a semi-circle to double-check that she's still alone. There's not another human in sight.
