Stranded in the Apocalypse (Part 6): Peace Offering



Cameron was handed off to a tribe of very large men brandishing weapons. "So that's what this is?" he spat at the apparent leader. "I'm just the monthly tribute paid to keep you from attacking the camp?"

"Weekly," the leader corrected him, smiling. "You will do nicely." The man bound Cameron's hands together and gagged him before taking him away. Some time later, as he was marched through the enemy camp, soldiers gathered around to see the fresh meat. They took turns putting their hands on Cameron's body, putting their fingers through his hair, squeezing his breasts, spanking his ass. Feelings of revulsion, disgust, and rage didn't come close to describing what was going through Cameron's mind. Finally he was dumped in a small metal room and pushed onto his knees.

After some time, the leader came in to visit him. "God, you are gorgeous," he said. "I can't wait for tonight. We're going to have such fun." The man left him to wonder in fear of their impending evening together. All hope seemed lost.

Suddenly, the sound of gunshots erupted outside. At least seven in his direction. One even clinked against the metal wall outside. Cameron ducked down as far as he could with his restraints. Men began shouting followed by more gunshots. For about five minutes, there seemed to be a firefight against enemies in all directions. Then, the gunfire stopped. A few moments later, a familiar voice shouted, "Clear!" It was Gabriel. What was he doing in an enemy camp turned warzone? He found a piece of shrapnel on the ground and began using it to cut into the bindings on his wrists.

A pair of light footsteps approach the door. Then came a knock. Another familiar voice called out, this time a woman's. "Are you in there?" It was Mother Regina. Just then, Cameron managed to free his hands and subsequently his gag. He figured out what had happened. And he was furious.


Cameron burst through the door straight passed Mother Regina. He didn't even turn his head to acknowledge her. He had been a pawn in someone else's game for far too long. He was out of there.

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