~As always, thank you for all your feedback and comments! It really makes this writing thing so much more fun when I hear from the people reading! This story holds some supernatural secrets, orgasm denial, hairy beasts, and contains themes of reluctant and non consensual sex. Thanks, and enjoy the show! Xoxo ~
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I had never been in a helicopter before and I wasn't loving the experience so far. The machine was older than the gray haired man piloting it and I could see more duct tape on the interior than made me comfortable.
The studio I was working for was making a budget film in the wilderness of Yellowstone. I wasn't usually on set for these kinds of shoots, but they were trying to save as much money as they could, meaning they were short staffed. There were rumors that one of the studio's largest stakeholders was humoring their privileged son's dreams of being a filmmaker without wasting too many resources. So now a studio manager was being shipped out alongside the two interns to be spare hands for a half baked directorial debut.
I clung to the harness keeping me attached to my seat as the helicopter shuttered for the hundredth time, making my stomach drop as we lost 40 feet before gaining back 20.
I looked back to the 20 year old interns who looked like they might throw up at any minute. In any other circumstance I would have enjoyed getting out of the office and spending some time getting to know the interns, who weren't much younger than myself. But currently, I couldn't think about anything but wanting to be on solid ground again. I leaned over to the pilot and shouted over the roar of the engine, "Are we close?!"
"We'll be there in 10 minutes!" He shouted back.
As he said it, a loud boom made us all jump. Looking around frantically I spotted fire coming from the back engine.
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" the pilot yelled as the body of the copter shook and started a swift descent. He tried to keep control, but we quickly hit the tree line, the tops of ancient trees dragging the machine down. A large branch caught onto the landing gear and sent us spinning. My harness broke under the pressure, the duct tape that was keeping it attached to the chair tearing off. I tried my best to hold on, but lost my grip and was thrown from the copter as it made its spiraling descent into the wilderness. I screamed as branches cut my arms, face, and legs. The last thing I saw was a body of water before hitting it hard and everything went black.
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I felt like I had been hit by a truck. Correction, I felt like I had been thrown from a helicopter. I struggled to open my eyes and bright light seared my retinas, making my head pound. Slowly taking in my surroundings, I felt my heart pick up its pace. I was in a room I didn't recognize, in a strange bed. My concussed head picked up details that my brain was struggling to process, and when I went to sit up, I couldn't help crying out. My ribs felt like they were on fire and my leg sent sharp pains throughout my whole body.
"Woh wohhh there.. Take it easy."
I spun my head toward the deep voice, causing me to cry again as my body protested the movement.
"Who, who are you?! Where am I?!" My voice was very hoarse and I only managed a frantic whisper.
"It's ok, I won't hurt you."
The man approached me with his hands up, like he was trying not to spook a scared animal. When he felt confident I wasn't going to fight him right away, he placed his hands under my arms and helped me sit up in the bed, my back against pillows and a large headboard. I bit back another cry as my body protested being moved.
My eyes finally started to focus, taking in the tall man beside me. He had short dark hair, a red beard, and piercing blue eyes.
He reached beside me and picked up a glass of water that he held to my lips. I drank it gratefully, realizing I was parched, lifting my hands to take the cup. As I drank, I looked back up at him, assessing the stranger whose bed I was in.
A tight shirt showed off a deceivingly well toned body and lots of half hidden tattoos. I thought I might recognize one as Army Special Forces.
"Where am I?" I tried again, the water helping clear my voice. "What happened?"
The man laughed, a very attractive smile spreading across his face. "I was hoping you could answer that for me. One moment I'm fishing, 100 miles from anywhere, and the next, a woman falls through the branches and lands in my lake, scaring off my catch. I think there was a helicopter in the ball of flames you came out of?"
I gasped, then hugged my sides as the sharp intake of breath sent pain radiating out from my ribs. "The others," I managed, "Did you find the others? Are they ok?"
The smile slowly left the man's face as he prepared to answer me, and he placed one of his large hands on my good knee. "If your friends were in there, there's no way anyone survived the impact, or the explosion. I'm sorry."
Tears blurred my vision. The poor interns.
"Listen," the man said, looking a little uncomfortable with the tears now falling down my cheeks, "Why don't you drink another glass of that water there, and I'll make us something to eat..."
He reached over to a bedside table and picked up a pitcher, refilling the glass still clutched in my hands. He then picked a blanket off the floor, folding it over the back of a chair that sat beside the bed.
"Drink," He insisted, pointing to the glass of water and breaking me out of my trance.
"What's your name?" I asked the stranger.
"Crew." He said, nodding his head, before giving me another pointed look toward the water.
"I'm Olivia. Thank you, Crew." I lifted the glass to my lips, taking a small sip. He grunted, nodding again and left the room.
Alone, I took stock of my situation. I wasn't sure I should really be thanking this stranger yet, not sure of his intentions or how I ended up here, but I decided it would be better to start off on a good foot. It was entirely possible he was a good samaritan, helping someone in obvious need. It was also just as possible that he was a serial killer taking advantage of the woman who literally fell into his arms. I shuddered, deciding not to make any snap judgements, but to remain vigilant.
Moving the blanket to assess the damage, I saw that I was covered in bandages. My pants were gone, leaving me in only my underwear and t-shirt. Bandages were wrapped around my arms, hands, legs, torso, and even my neck. I could feel the cuts and bruises that lay underneath, but what was really bothering me were my ribs and left leg, which were both the most heavily bandaged. Every time I took a breath, sharp pains radiated from multiple points on my left side. I couldn't move my left leg at all.
Sounds from a kitchen outside the open door made me quickly cover myself again, not wanting to be seen half naked by a strange man. But he must have had a good look while I was out in order to apply all these bandages. And remove my pants...
I groaned, holding my head in one hand as I took another sip of the water. My head was pounding. I didn't like anything about this situation. Part of my job was making sure everything was under control, and that's the way I liked my whole life to be, under my control, but all of this? This was not in my control at all, and it made me uneasy.
The room was small and appeared to be part of a log cabin. An open window let in a cool breeze, making sheer curtains flutter. I could see the tops of trees out the window, but not much else from this angle. Framed pictures on the walls showed a father and son on fishing and hunting trips, holding up prized catches. A couple showed the same man with a woman and another couple. The man who was now rattling away in the kitchen looked nothing like the father in the pictures, and the pictures looked too recent for him to be the little boy all grown up.
I jumped when I heard the door creek, and I caught the smirk of amusement on the face of the man filling the doorway. I hadn't heard him walk back in from the kitchen.
"Your knee was dislocated," He said when he saw my hand stroking it over the blanket. "It didn't look like the muscles had torn too much or like there were any broken bones. There may be a hairline fracture, but dislocations are usually just painful for a few weeks and heal on their own."
