Maybe you should put the [Dark] Tag on it...
--- arun prabhu <arundude1@yahoo.com> wrote:

Here's something that I've cooked up. Hope you likes
it. ^_^;;


Predator and Prey
Arun
[A Ranma One-half story]
Prologue

The girl was 20, 5�7�, fair and full-breasted with a
thick mane of luxurious black hair that extended
halfway to her back. She had luscious lips and a
swagger that was the talk of half the town. She was
also a great long distance runner who had
participated
in and won many long distance running competitions
throughout her state. Her coach believed that she
had
enough potential to make the national team with the
right coaching, but her parents believed that her
studies took precedence over her running. So, at the
age of 18, she found herself in Fatima College of
Arts
for Women in the large and yet, backwater city of
Madurai, Tamil Nadu, India.

Like other girls her age, she was a fashion-hawk and
even though Madurai was one of the most conservative
cities in a very conservative state, she had a big
monthly shopping budget, which her hardworking and
scrupulously honest parents could not hope to
support
with their combined income. And since she was
forbidden to seek work by her father, she
supplemented
her income by selling herself as a high-class escort
of middle aged men in secret. Nobody knew about her
other life, not even her best friends. Her clients
contacted her through an online dating service and
paid handsomely for a dinner and a movie followed by
a
night in some high class hotel on Fridays or
Saturdays.

Given the dangers involved in her trade � both of
exposure and of predators � she was very picky about
her clients. She permitted a date only after she got
to know them online and even then, she refused more
than half the potential suitors. Such were the pains
she took to ensure that a predator did not manage to
slip through her nets. Unfortunately, you only got
to
be a fool once in this line of trade and as she ran
through the thick wood that grew around the base of
Alagar Malai, a hill to the north of Madurai, with
not
a strip of cloth on her person but for her bra and
panties, her terrified mind wondered whether the
night
would be the last one of her life. 

The day had started well enough � as well as any day
can for a Economics student in a middling Arts
college
- with an economics lecture where the Professor had
droned about Keynesian economics for the better part
of an hour. She had been followed by the lecherous
Math Prof. M. Kathirvel, who had as usual leered at
the whole class through his old eyes. After what had
seemed like an eternity had come lunch break. She
excused herself from her friends and snuck out of
campus for her date of the week. She had never met
the
man before in her life, but like all her clients,
she
had interviewed him online and he had come off with
flying colors.

As agreed, her date had met her on a red Maruti
Esteem
some distance from the campus and he had even gone
so
far as to hold open the door for her. After lunch,
he
took her to Alagar Malai and the two of them had
spent
the time chatting and exchanging stories as if they
had known each other throughout their life. Towards
evening, as the crowd began to abate, he took her on
a
little detour from the beaten footpath down to the
temple atop the hill and that was all she
remembered.

When she woke up, the moon was out and stars
littered
the cloudless night. Her head felt like it had been
through the meat grinder. She found herself on her
back with her legs spread-eagled on an ancient
altar.
She groaned aloud and sat up and came face to face
with her date who was now dressed in archaic
clothing
and covered in body paint.

�What�s going on? Where am I?� she had asked.

With a sunny smile, he had waved grandiosely at the
forest and answered, �This is my playground and you
are my prey. I�ll give you five minutes head start.
If
you can stay out of my grasp till morning, you can
walk away. If not��

The way he left the rest of the sentence hanging had
spoken volumes about the fate she would suffer at
his
hands. Without casting a look back, she had run out
of
the clearing practically naked, confident that she
could evade him throughout the day. But she had not
counted on the drugs that had been pumped into her.
At
least, she thought they were drugs, though their
effects were like no drug she had ever heard about.
Her neck, back, her right upper tummy and the patch
of
flesh just above her pubic arch hurt badly, and was
it
her imagination or were there really sparks of every
hue shooting off her fingertips and vanishing in the
air around her?

Now, two hours into the chase, her body, which
endured
six hours runs on a regular schedule, was at the
limits of its endurance and failing fast. She
suspected that it had something to do with those
eerie
sparks, but that was just a wild guess on her part.
And even if she were correct, it wasn�t as if she
could do anything about it because by this time she
was so low on energy that her eyesight was starting
to
go.

�Got to keep moving. Can�t fall into his hands�� she
thought as she groped her way through the thorny
underbrush.

There was a rustle behind her. It was a miracle that
she heard it at all, but hear it, she did. She tried
to run, but her legs gave away underneath her and
she
landed on her knees on acacia thorn. The pain made
her
scream, but the scream came out as a gasp.

�Tsk, tsk, tsk� I thought you�d have more endurance
than the others, you know,� he said from somewhere
close behind her. �I wanted this to last, but it
seems
that even an athlete such as you don�t have the
endurance to play my game for long.�

She tried to crawl on her knees through the thorn in
the silence. His hand fell on her shoulders and held
her firm.

�Don�t try to run away. It�s useless now. Your life
essence is almost completely drained and you will
most
likely die if you exert yourself� Don�t cry. This
was
an excellent hunt and it was really a treat to feel
and experience your terror and pain. But hunt must
have an end too and we don�t want to postpone that
more than we have to now, do we?�

As he spoke, he laid her on her back on the ground,
removed the thorn from her knees, stripped her
undergarments, spread-eagled her and undressed
himself. Then he got between her legs. He took great
pains to ensure that his fingers were positioned
strategically over her eyes, her forehead and her
heart before forcing himself into her. She screamed
in
pain as her dry innards tore, but he laughed at her
pain and thrust into her harder. He began to glow as
the union continued and she with him until his laugh
and her screams were as one. The forest lit up from
the glow and everything alive within a circle of
fifteen foot radius shriveled and died. By the time
he
came and the rite ended, neither was she.

Author�s notes:
---------------

This is something that�s been in my mind for
sometime.

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