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Susan sits on the fallen log, she's been here for 15 minutes. She checks her watch..
'Definitely on time"
She reflects on the fetish app, looking at the profiles. All the same, same shredded, ab laden dudes. Same messages, same 'fantasies', so dull, so boring..

Except for one, no tank top, no abs. Just broad shoulders, thick forearms. The hallmarks of strength built using ones body as a tool not at a gym.

Local too, within 10 miles..

'Hey, looking for something different?'

She was slightly taken aback by the directness

'Maybe'

'You know the woods just off the carriageway? Be there Wednesday, at six if your not playing games..'

'What? I'm not just gonna show up somewhere because you say so!'

No response..

She was annoyed..
But also intrigued, what would happen if she did show up..

Her friends advised against it, 'could be some sort of trafficking thing..'

Susan agreed, and yet.. she replayed the message in her head.

'Im going, I need to see'

She messaged her friends to let them know where she is

And now here she was sitting on her own in the woods..
What a letdown!

She picks up her bag and starts to leave, however she can't shake the feeling somone is watching..

As she walks away she feels a strong grip tugging her hair back and heavy breath against her neck.

'Going somewhere?'

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