Signs of a dying person

Keirah's heartbeat rate has raised too high, that I can hear it. Her body temperature raised. Almost burning off my skin where I am holding her hands. Sweat is dripping on each pole of her skin. Breathing heavily through her nostrils.

Her chest is rising higher and higher every time. All the signs of a dying person in pain are visible for me to see.

I was late. I shouldn't have hesitated.

I can't stop blaming myself as I watch her. I hold on to her too tight. Her legs struggle for balance. She cannot hold anything anymore. Her eyes are traveling with speed.

Then my phone rings again, and I thank God, jumping out and letting go of her hand to call for help.

I am shaking as I search from one angle to another through my torn pieces of clothes scattered around for my phone.

I need James to rush here and help Keirah.

“AAAAAGHHH AAAAGHHH” Keirah makes a painfully loud noise. And I turn to watch her as she screams so loud in pain.

Unfortunately, she loses movement after the last noise she makes when I find my phone and put it in my ear.

Scaring the hell out of me. I shake in fear. Is she dead?

Tears partially covering my visibility.

But after the last scream, she squats nonstop as she pours her juices all over the area, drenching the ground she is lying on.

Then something unexpected happens. She opens her eyes and looks into my eyes.

Then she smiles.

“Is that Keirah?” James inquires, and it reminds me I had called him on an emergency dial. And he can hear everything happening on this side.

“I am sending you a coordinate. Get medics here?” I command.

I sigh with mixed feelings, not knowing whether I should be relieved, or fear should cloud me now. And then I make a troubled smile right back at her. Just to assure her and beg for her to not die on me.

I just go her back. I cannot let her die on me like that. I breathe out hard. I didn't know I was holding my breath. As I watch her breath turn normal and her heartbeat slows down.

She is okay… She was not dying; it was just an intense orgasm flashing out the Agra in her system.

I put the phone on a live location mode as I continued to watch her and her orgasm washing away. I am tongue-tied with nothing to say about the situation. Keirah tries to open her eyes again and raises her face to face me.

Sleep hoods Keirah's eyes as she takes the last few glances at me before closing her eyes to the dreamland. I slowly walk up close to her, watching her in her sleep. She is lost in a deep, nice sleep.

It is chilly around, and I want to cover her. I walk back, pick up my torn shirt, and walk back to cover her.

While covering her as I examine her, I see something that scares me. Blood strain traveling from her thighs on the ground. That doesn't seem okay with me. Did she burst her blood vessels? I question myself.

Does she need medical attention immediately? As I keep watching the blood. Worry creeps me out. Can I get help somewhere around here while I wait for James? I question myself.

I should try searching around as I wait for James.

Trying to put on my torn pants, I am puzzled by the same blood strains on my cock.

My cock is covered with strains of her blood, too.

My memories travel to my first penetration of her. I am new to this, but I am sure I felt a sort of resistance from her lady parts when she forced herself onto me.

Jesus…. She screamed painfully at my first penetration, and I thought little about it. Double-checking the blood coating my cock, I fall onto my knees. It is all clear to me.

I feel so bad for her.

It is clear what all this means. If it were her reproductive parts' blood vessel's rapture, she would have squatted blood.

“Ooh, Jesus. Why would she have a bad first-time experience like this?”

It was her first time, and she had to go through all that.

I turn back to watch her sound asleep. I kiss her on her forehead, and I run through the thick forest with a trillion questions running through my head. I leave her behind and search for help in the area.

What was a virgin like her doing on dating sites? Why did she want certificates from Cannibal Hospital and why did she choose Casablanca as a meeting point?

To my knowledge, and how men in the club yesterday wanted to skin her alive. She did not need to be on a dating site to have a man. Is she a spy? How did she get to escape from my uncle?

There is so much in my head, but weirdly enough, I get to smile when I think of the escape. It makes me feel content.

She is so special.

In all five years, I have tried to save the girls from my uncle. He killed all of them and he turned others that he did not kill into high-end prostitutes.

She was the first one to make it out that far before I came to her rescue.

I ran around for a while and a quarter of a mile from where I let Keirah. Something scary catches my eye.

It is the two men who were after us and the shepherd dogs of my uncle….

I turn my head and feel too nauseated to watch the scenario.

Someone killed all of them and scattered parts of their bodies in the forest… it's a horrible sight that makes me vomit my guts out.

My uncle is an expert at ugly killing. But whoever killed these people, and the dogs, is significantly worse than my uncle. The body parts are hanging all over trees and around bushes, blood gushing all over.

Then it registers in my head. Whatever killed them might also be after us. We are not safe too.

Oooh, Jesus Keirah… She is not safe.

I run back as fast as I can, scared for her. I wonder if someone might have been spying on us and waiting for this chance to come after her while I was gone. She is vulnerable. I blame myself as I run to her. Why did I leave her alone in the middle of the forest?

When I am closer to Keirah…

I feel lost. I can't breathe… a ridiculously huge black wolf the size of a human covered in blood is standing up in front of Keirah…

I stand still, controlling my movement so as not to alert it, and I pull my gun out.

The wolf's reflexes are beyond anything I have encountered. The wolf turns abruptly to face me with dangerous red eyes before I can bring my gun to fire... It growls at me. Scared by taking a step back and turning to face me. I take a step back.

Then the helicopter sounds from above make me lose focus.

In a flash second, when I look at where it was standing, it is no longer there. I turn around searching, scared all over, with goosebumps covering my body.

I am going crazy.

I am sure a large black wolf was just in front of me. It's no longer there. It has vanished. But how? I run up to Keirah, picking her up and holding her in my arms protectively.

I stand up as I watch the chopper land and James runs out of the helicopter with a blanket and a stretcher to where I am standing.

He then covers me and walks behind me, helping me carry Keirah to the chopper.

I lay Keirah down on a back seat and sit beside her. James sits across from me with a worried look.

“Ooh my God, you scared the hell out of me. What happened there? What's with all those dead bodies…. Is she okay?”

“I hope so,” I speak as I turn to watch her. She is safe now. I am going to protect her with my life.