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her
head closer to the ground, her crawl slowing as she tried to make as little
noise as physically possible, when all of a sudden, a pair of bare feet stood
right in front of her.  She jolted her head up in shock, her eyes following the
lines of the man´s bare feet and calves, when suddenly she was dragged to her
feet and held against a naked man´s side.
                “What the hell?”
she screamed, then quieted when the man slapped his palm over her mouth.  He
looked around the clearing for a second, searching for something. His head
tilted in the same way the jaguar´s head had earlier, which freaked her out
slightly, but she lost that train of thought when she heard gunshots in the
distance.  
                Yvonne tried to
yell for assistance, but the man still held his hand over her jaw.  She
flinched when she saw two more naked men run towards her.  One of the two grabbed
her arm and started to drag her.  The third pushed her into a sprint, she felt
so weak that she knew she wouldn´t be able to fight them.  Her adrenaline was
lagging, she stumbled a few times, but they pushed her relentlessly, until once
again she was out of breath, her lungs burning with the need for oxygen.  As
she stumbled over again, one of them, the man that was pushing her from behind,
lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder.
                His shoulder
pounded her ribs as he raced through the jungle, making her breath come in
ragged gasps.  Vines and razor grass slapped her legs and torso as they moved. 
As her body jolted with each step he took, she blacked out into peaceful,
painless oblivion.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
                Yvonne returned to
consciousness with a bang.  She felt as though her batteries had been
recharged, her head was suddenly clear and alert.  She´d never passed out and
woken up feeling like this before!  The aches and pains of her battles emanated
from every inch of muscle.  Her body felt like it’d been drawn through a ringer
then run back through.
                Stifling a groan,
she realized the men who’d “rescued” her were speaking amongst themselves.
                Yvonne held
still, resisting the urge to make herself more comfortable and rub her aching
body.
                Any movement
could draw the attention of the men who had grabbed her.  She could hear them
arguing in the background.  She opened her eyelids slightly, just to let a
sliver of light through so that maybe she would be able to see them and what they
were doing.
                They were ahead
of her, but just to her left.  She could see two of them, but the third man was
hidden from sight by the other two.  She assumed they were arguing about her,
but she didn´t understand why they were so angry.  Who were these men anyway?  Why
the hell were they running through the jungle practically naked?  Each wore a
pair of torn and ragged jeans that had obviously seen better days, but it still
wasn´t much protection against the creepy crawlies and animal life here.  Hell,
the plants didn’t play around in the jungle either.  She could feel the burn of
finite cuts and bruises over every inch of exposed skin.
                She couldn´t deny
that their nakedness had been a pretty sight, now that she was able to think
about it.  Hell, they´d been kidnapping her for God knows what reason, but even
she couldn´t help but appreciate that her kidnappers were bronzed gods in the
flesh.
                With hard-toned
and muscular bodies, each was as different and as beautiful as the next.  They
kept moving, as if unable to remain still for any amount of time.
                One with shaggy
blond hair with a mouth that quirked as if he were more used to smiling than
fighting—another had jet black hair that hung to his shoulders and obscured his
face.  She thought the other one had brown hair, but she