I was thinking about this idea for a while now and would love to talk to someone about it and see where it might go. It doesn’t have to me a RP scenario, we can just talk about the idea and what the characters might do, if you ever wanted something like this to happen to you, etc.

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I was sitting in my office scrolling through social media waiting for the call to end. These calls can be so mundane and to be honest, just soul crushing. That’s when I saw it, your ad on the app stating that you will be in a remote location and if anyone can find you, then we can do anything we want to you. It looked so fake that there was no way this wasn’t a setup or a bot trying to lure guys for something, but then again, I was bored and it had been a long time since I had any real fun. I looked up the location and saw that it was in a patch of woods not 20 minutes from me and I decided to at least go “for a hike” and see what was out there.

I packed up my stuff and jumped into my truck and started the drive. Traffic was lite and I was actually excited to see what was in store. Could you be real? Could you actually be waiting for anyone to take you? All of these thoughts flowed through my mind as I turned off the paved road and parked in the gravel lot at the trail head. I changed my clothes and grabbed my pack and started walking, with GPS showing me the best route to get to you. It was a 10 minute walk to your location, if I followed the most direct path, but about ½ mile from you, I decided to pull of the main trail and bushwack it through the brush so I could observe you and the situation.

As I neared the clearing, I saw your truck with the tailgate down and you sitting in the bed on your phone. You were wearing cutoff jean shorts and a white tank top with sneakers. Your hair was pulled back and braided and your tanned body was glistening in the summer sun and humidity. I scanned the tree line, waiting to see anything. I watched you, studied you and made sure you were alone. I saw you get frustrated as no one was showing up and you got down from the truck bed and walked to the driver side door. You were hidden from me at this point but I could see your legs under the lifted truck. You were doing something inside the cab, and I knew this was the chance I had been waiting for.

I snuck out of the tree line and crossed the opening, ensuring that I stayed out of your line of site. I have been hunting for years, and my military training taught me how to get in and out of places without being seen. I moved to the opposite side of the truck quietly and looked under it and saw that you were still there. Your legs were hanging off the ground and I could only assume that you were sitting sideways in the seat, waiting, longing. I stealthily removed my pack and pulled out the tranquilizer dart gun and held it in my right hand as I put my left hand on the door handle. I peaked over the rear passenger door and looked through the glass to see your back turned to me, your phone in your hand.

I caught my breath and counted to three, my training kicked in, and I quickly opened the door and fired the dart, hitting you in the back of the shoulder. Your eyes locked on to mine with surprise and shock, both from the sudden action after you thought you were alone, and from the sting of the dart hitting your skin. You tried to focus on my face, you tried to say something but you mouth could not form words. Your eyes started to get heavy and you blinked hard as you took one final look at me before you slumped over, almost falling out of the truck.

I closed the passenger door and walked over to you and lifted your legs into the truck and pushed you over to the front passenger seat. I grabbed your phone and turned it off before starting the truck and putting it in reverse. I knew exactly where to go. It was further back in the woods. My own little hunting cabin that I have been going to since I was a boy. It wasn’t much, but it was isolated from everything and it is exactly where I would be able to have you in every possible way.

I pulled up to the cabin and left the truck running. I opened the cabin door before walking back over and pulled your unconscious body out and threw you over my shoulder, carrying you inside and sitting you on the chair in the middle of the room. I grabbed the restraints and tied your writs and ankles to the legs, with your arms slightly behind you. I placed the collar around your neck and attached the chain to the loop, holding your head in place as well. I looked around one last time before I walked out and locked the door behind me. After I moved your truck under the carport, I grabbed my pack and started the 5 mile hike back to my truck.

I couldn't leave it at the trail head, people would get a little suspicious, so I had to bring it up to my cabin and I needed to move fast as the light was fading. I made good time and was able to get back to the truck just before dark and as I jumped in, I grabbed my phone and looked at the CC cameras that were at the cabin. I zoomed in on your body and noticed that your eyes were still closed and your body was limp. Knowing I had some time, I drove to the general store and got some supplies before heading back to the cabin. My thoughts were racing. What should I do first? Should I show you kindness and explain what was going to happen as I give you food and drinks or should I treat you like a hostile and "interrogate" you and make you break. I have found that both interrogation tactics work when I was deployed.

As I pulled up to the cabin, I could hear you screaming for help and I smiled. Nobody was around for at least 20 miles and nobody ever comes out this far. Even park services don't know about this place. I walked through the door and saw you there, our eyes locked. I didn't say anything as I unpacked the groceries and I could hear your asking me questions, demanding to know what was going on. I could hear the desperation in your voice as you screamed at me, as you kicked and pulled against your restraints, as you tried to comprehend what was next for you.

I filled up a jug of water and turned towards you. You were still making demands, but I wasn't really listening. I got closer to you and grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. I stared into your sole and then started pouring. I poured the entire jug of water on your head, holding your head in place as I continued to pour every last drop, water running down your body, soaking your shirt, making it stick to your tits, your nipples were hard from the cold and from the excitement. Once the jug was empty, I released your hair and sat down in the chair across from you and watched.

If you liked this prompt, then I hope to hear from you and we can explore this further.