Hunted

Hugo’s footsteps were relentless as I raced through the woods, gasping air around the red ball gag in my mouth. Leaves slapped against my body making me tingle with excitement.

So far, Hugo was right; bringing my fantasy to life was fantastic! Even though I was winded from running through the woods, bound in red ropes, I was so excited I could barely put one foot in front of the other.

Hugo was hunting me. I was his prey and he was my hunter. We had agreed what would happen when he caught me. I couldn't wait. Still, I wanted the chase to go on forever.

This is an extremely short piece of flash fiction. For a more economical purchase, please see Flash Fiction One by Jason Pinaster, available at this retailer.