Terms For Survival by John Reeves (phonics reading books .txt) 📕

grabbed the man's horse, and tied it up in the woods.
Back in the tower he waited for more to come looking, but there were no more. As night had fallen he couldn't see them, but all the same they couldn't see him either. John enjoyed killing the man on the path, and he welcomed more to come in his zone. The third day would bring nobody else in search of her. He laughed a little at how important she thought she was.
Her man was the leader of the group, but they'd been ran out of their home like John had been ran out of Hendersonville. The majority of the group had been killed in an intense battle, but one far more even than Chris had them engaged in. They were still overpowered and defeated. They didn't have the manpower to find their leaders missing girl. The search alone had them down five more men. Guys who never made it back, but were going to be severely missed.
John had brought Lori some rabbit he'd killed that morning, and he knew that after all the time that had passed, he didn't think they were coming back for her. The truth is that Lori didn't believe they were either. She ate the food that John had brought her, and he watched her. The way that she bit the meat with her pretty mouth, or the way she was sitting in the floor, John didn't know what it was, but he wanted her. He wanted to taste her, and he wanted to fuck her.
"What are you doing?" She asked, as he grabbed her by the arm. He rolled her over and pulled her pants down. He reached around and fondled her B-cup breast.
"Get off of me." She shouted, and tried to fight him. John was much stronger than her. He easily overpowered her. Lori's skin was so smooth and soft. His hands were softly caressing her, and just touching her had given him an erection.
"Don't, please don't do this to me." Lori begged him. He probably couldn't have stopped if she wanted to. She didn't want to have sex with him, but she was wet just the same, and John penetrated her doggy style. It had been so long since he felt that sensation, and he wondered if it had ever felt so good before. He was thrusting himself inside her.
"Please don't, please quit, just kill me." Lori kept repeating. John had gotten there fast, as it had been a long time, but he went about it again without stopping. He raped her for thirty minutes, and he enjoyed himself. Lori was left naked on the floor, and John pulled his pants up.
"I'll bet you haven't been fucked like that before." He said.
She said nothing, did nothing, she just lay on the floor sticky, wet, and violated. Things ran through her mind, but nothing more frequently than wishing she were dead. If she'd been able to kill herself, then she'd have committed suicide. He'd gone so long without raping her. She actually thought that there might be some good in him. She knew he liked her, and that he thought she was pretty, but she didn't think he'd rape her. John stood above her, as she lay on the floor crying.
He wanted her to love him, maybe over time she could have, but he'd betrayed her too soon. Although he waited longer than most men would have in his position, he still hadn't let the kind of time pass that she needed to accept the way things were going to be. John knew nothing of time anymore, nor did he care, because in his world there was only night and day. So she had been sexually taken, and she didn't want to have her pussy fucked. Her life could have been worse, there could have been no life at all.
The John that existed in the old world wouldn't have raped her. He was no longer that guy. There had been a time when he felt compassion for others, but he no longer did. When you put a caged animal back into the wilderness, it will either live or die. John made the choice to live. He knew he'd gotten lucky several times to still be alive, but he was alive, and he wanted to feel like a man again. Whether she wanted it or not, he wasn't going to deprive himself that chance.


8

John saw the man walking long before he'd seen him, and John could have killed the stranger, but the guy wasn't a stranger. The man was Samuel. "My God You Survived," he said to John.
"I could say the same about you." John didn't know whether he wanted to hug him or kill him. John had missed the protection that they'd had while moving around together, and he needed him, just as he'd needed Patrick, but he'd made it on his own. God had sent him the gift of a woman, and he was happy being alone with her.
"I got with another group. I thought you were dead John."
"Who are you with?"
"I'm with a group called The White Star, and they've sent me to look for some of our people that went missing." Samuel answered, and it was right then that John realized that he'd have to kill him.
"Who are you with John?"
"I'm not with anyone."
"Come on, we both know you can't live out here alone." Samuel said, and John almost swung the blade. He didn't know why he stopped himself, he knew he was going to have to do it. They were still looking for the girl.
"Well if they got lost they couldn't have survived out here alone."
"You've survived alone, right?" Samuel asked him.
"No girl could survive out here."
"Girl? John I didn't say anything about a girl. Do you know something about a lost girl?" Samuel pressured him.
There was no turning back. John swung the blade at his old partner, but Samuel moved out of the way, and was only nicked by the blade. His shoulder was cut, however with one swift move he tackled him. His bloody shoulder planted right into John's stomach-rib area. The shot he'd taken was a hard one. It might have even cracked or broken his ribs. Samuel was strong. John got off another swing from the ground. It cut Samuel across his ribs, and John tried to stab him with the blade.
Samuel caught his hand on the sharp blade as he punched John in the side of the head. His hand was bleeding profusely, but he swung it again, and caught John in the middle of his face. The two of them grabbed and fought for position. They rolled around punching and kicking. The blade had been dropped on the ground, and they were both trying to locate where it was. John couldn't believe how strong he was. He wasn't sure he could take him.
Samuel had wrestled free of John, and both had gotten to their feet. Blood was pouring from Samuel's shoulder and hand. The blade as well out of the way, and both me knew they couldn't get to it. Quickly Samuel went for his blade, and John ran toward him, then jumped up swinging from a tree branch and kicking Samuel in the chin. The kick was so hard that it broke his jaw and knocked him unconscious. John didn't even go for the blade. He moved in quickly and broke his neck.
John was not satisfied with his hand-to-hand combat. He knew he'd almost been overtaken, because he'd had the upper hand, and still almost was taken out. Angry and yet totally happy that he'd again escaped death, he cut the head off of his former friend and family member. The voice inside his head said nothing. It knew he'd just taken out a warrior. The voice of reason knew it had to be done. Everyone was satisfied with the end result. They'd live to fight another day.
Lori was shocked when he came in with blood covering his body. She wished whatever it was had killed him, but she didn't know what had happened to him. She didn't know that he'd killed two people who'd been out hunting for her. John however knew exactly what he'd done, and knew it would again be necessary, because they weren't going to give up looking for her. Lori meant something to them.

The group had found another following, and it was getting stronger. There was a religious group in Billoxi that was backing them with protection. John had no idea that they'd again be coming in mass numbers to find her, but they didn't know if she was still alive. Lori was loved in the community, and nobody wanted to give up hope. Time had not been on their side. The odds were she was dead, but because she was being kept hostage by John, had kept her alive.
Lori thought they'd never find her. She did realize that John had kept her alive, and for all she knew the blood on him was for her protection too. Slowly he was becoming something different in her eyes. There was no respect there for him yet, but he was kind to her, and he did treat her with a level of respect. He cared for her in a way that she was not receptive of, yet still could find the kindness in. In some bizarre way she knew he loved her. The feeling was not mutual.
Eventually she wasn't restricted to the upper tower anymore. John had decided that she was not going to run. There had been something between them the night before. They'd had what felt like consensual sex. For the first time she'd let herself enjoy him. Lori had given it to him; he didn't have to force himself on her, and somehow that made it special for John. It hadn't just been sex, the two of them made love, and then held each other through the night.
Lori wasn't in love with John, but she enjoyed being loved. She wanted to know love again, and she wanted to feel the feeling of being in love. There was something growing between them, and she thought about what might have been, but she also realized what had become of her. She was still alive, she had someone to protect her, and he'd given her life by not taking it, or free her in a moment when she wanted to kill herself. Lori could almost see the way he'd made her give into him.
John was strong and well built for a man over fifty. He knew how to enjoy himself sexually, and he knew how to please a woman. Having a beautiful woman like Lori made that easy. Still he could tell she hadn't come full circle yet. He knew he'd fallen for her, but he somewhat fell for her the day he didn't lop her head off. The first time he'd seen her beauty up close. He'd definitely felt something for her by the time he took her sexually, but after that he was more than sure that he had feelings for her.
Lori didn't feel like a victim, and she thought that John could very well be the last man she'd ever see. White Star had given her protection, but outside of the group she'd known what the world was like. The hate she'd once had for him was gone, as new feelings about him emerged in her subconscious. Part of her was thankful he didn't kill her, and another part of her had died the