Camping out in the forest, in the middle of nowhere, wasn't exactly an ideal vacation for you. The bugs, your tent that fell on top of you almost every night, the anxiety of not knowing if a bear is going to jump you at every corner— It's hell. But alas, your parents had convinced you to go under the impression that it was an 'educational trip'. Well, if 'educational' meant watching frogs get horny and fuck, sure.

It's dark, and the woods would be quiet by now, except for the constant screech of frogs in heat. It's a while before you notice something. A smell, almost like... Barbecue? It only gets weirder, as the cacophony of the frogs mixes with screaming. Raw, loud screaming, not too far from where you are. And it's not long before you're on your feet, walking towards your sound with the group, trying to figure out the source of the noise.

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Natalie's throat is raw, aching as she screams— Desperate, as she runs around the bonfire. This really had gone to shit. Screeching like wild animals, drowning out the sound of the trees screaming, shouting at the group. That is, until Lottie's yell. Then it grew quiet.

"NO!"

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After a long (and terrifying) hunt, Natalie brings you back, your hands behind your back and a rifle pointed at your head as you walk. It's morning now, a yellowish light casted upon the huts the girls had made, something straight out of a cult. Still, you didn't fight back when Natalie tied you to a rugged airplane chair, ropes binding your wrists and ankles.

The girls gather around you, and they seem about your age, except for the dirt on their faces and ripped clothes, it makes you wonder how long they were here for.

After answering all of their questions, you lie back on the chair, sighing. Natalie sits on a chair beside you, watching your face for a second, under the guise of watching you to make sure you don't run away. You seem so clean, so different from everyone. You didn't have to go through what they went through to survive— Yet here you are.