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he's thinking, I'd rather he made good on his promise to eat me!" I blurted, my voice getting very shrill and high pitched.
    "Eat us!" the Hispanic woman wailed, "If we don't mate with them, they're going to eat us?"
    "Oh, my god!" someone else cried.
    "I don't want to die!!"
    And so on and so forth as mayhem broke out.
    I swear, the shocked gasps and madness that ensued was not my intention. My mouth went off before my brain had a chance to catch up.
    Note to self: Never tell a room full of distraught, stressed out, kidnapped women that you're captor was contemplating how you'd taste with ketchup.
    The screaming and hysterical crying that followed my announcement is still making my ears ring.
    I tried to back track, play it off, but it was to no avail.
    Now I'm sitting in the middle of the same hut, minus all of the other women.
    Apparently I'd been deemed a trouble maker and separated from 'the herd', only myself for company.
    That's alright... I never was much of a social butterfly anyways. I usually tend to keep to myself.
    I'm obviously not shy or anything, I just don’t go out of my way to talk to people or really put myself out there, so to speak.
    I’m used to doing things alone.
    Replaying the last hour or so in my mind, I smiled as I recalled the looks on the beastie ’s faces as they collected their women.
    I couldn't help but smirk.
    They all had that 'what the heck did you do, they were fine when we left them' look about them.
    Heh. Heh.
    I sobered for a minute, feeling bad for accidentally scaring all those women , but it wasn't like I friggin' did it on purpose!
    If the beast men didn't want shit to go down, then maybe they shouldn't have put all their captive women into one room, like a deranged day care , and gone off to go fuck around, or whatever it is they were doing...
    They kidnapped me, not the other way around, yet they give me dirty looks? Oh, puhhhlease!
    I snorted and looked around surreptitiously...
    Hmm... Alone at last. Not a single furry covered giant around.
    Scooting quietly, I peeked out the window by the door and spotted Kirch talking to someone, the two of them deep in conversation as they gestured at each other angrily.
    Probably one of the snow beasties bitching at him about me.
    I smiled at the thought.
    Good, I hope they give him an ass chewing and beat his ass or something.
    I eased away from the window and made my way to the other side of the room, where the other window was on the opposite side.
    I slowly pushed it open and poked my head out.
    Empty.
    Jackpot!
    Freedom!
    I grabbed the candle they'd left in the cabin and blew it out, snuffing it and stuffing it into my jacket.
    Come on, Mina, this is just like that show Grandma used to watch. You know, the one where the guy gets shoved into some impossible situation or another, escaping with the help of nothing more than a paperclip, a fork and a tooth pick!
    ...or whatever...
    Either way, I can do this!
    I felt around in my pockets and gave thanks to myself for forgetting about the book of matches I'd put in there and forgotten to put away the other day.
    I crawled out of the window and flopped onto the ground, trying to muffle the 'oomph' that slipped past my lips as I fell on my butt.
    I dusted myself off and took off running, my legs pumping, heart racing as I hauled ass out of there.
    I have no idea where, exactly, I'm going, but the further away from them, the better.
    A shout sounded by the hut they'd deemed mine and I tried to pick up my pace, weaving between structures as I sped past.
    Run! Run! Run!
    I saw houses/hutches lighting up like little dots, resembling Christmas lights in the distance as Kirch's very distinct roar echoed throughout the cold night air.
    Ohhh ...
    I winced
    He sounds mad.
    I hit the woods and despite the deep dark of the night, I kept going, preferring to face the unknowns of the forest alone and unarmed, as opposed to a really pissed off Kirch.
    I don't know what direction I'm going in or anything,