Disclaimer - Own Everyone but the characters from the movie.
Rating: NC 17
Summary - Chance Boudreaux was not the first target to get away nor did
Fouchon and Pik only hunt military veterans' originally. This story takes
place two years before the events of the film, and tells the story of the
first target to get away and turn the tables on them.
Chapter 4
"You are part of a game," he stated looking at his nails.
"A game?" Her mind raced trying to figure out what kind of game could be
going on.
"Yes, we arrange hunts for a price. One of our customers has paid good money
to hunt you."
"A hunt? This person wants to hunt me? What's wrong with ducks or deer they
passé now or something?"
Pik chuckled. "Some clients prefer human prey far more intelligent far more
exciting to hunt."
"So someone paid you for a hunt. To hunt human prey. And you picked me? A
housewife who volunteers at a local library. Ohh, I can see the challenge
here." Maia's mind was reeling at the tidbit. Dominique Thoreau was to be
hunted as human prey. She understood the allure of stalking humans as prey.
‘God knows I have done it enough, prior to this.’
"Our client came to us with you in mind."
"Well no one asked me." She sat back in her chair. "So how long do I have to
live? Or is this my last meal kind of thing, because if it is, this really
sucks as last meals go."
Pik chuckled again.
"The hunt is not until next weekend. Until then you are our guest. You’ll
have limited access to the house," Fouchon said getting up. "Please, don't
entertain the thought of trying to escape the ground is patrol by armed
guards."
Maia nodded. "Is there a gym I could use?"
“Yes, Pik will show you when you want to go work out."
They got to their feet and left. Maia waited and went to check the bag on
the bed. Inside were several pairs of leggings and tee shirts all in black,
white socks and black Reebok sneaker boots. There was another bag and she
pulled it out. Inside found black sports bras and matching thong underwear.
She pulled out another bag and found lacy and sexy under things in it. The
type of things she had not wore for over three years.
'Okay, Fouchon or Pik entertaining fantasies here.'
She checked the sizes on everything and noted that everything was her size
including the lacy bras, on one of the tags was written a large P.
'Pik.'
Maia removed the tags on everything tossing them into the fireplace. Trying
not to think of the money that had been spending on her clothes. There had
been no price tags on anything but from her life before Dominique she
recognized the names. Maia walked to the bathroom and took a long shower.
Her mind racing on how to get word to her family, she was in trouble.
She stepped out and dried off dressing in the sports bra and thong pulling
on the shirt and leggings. She had been tempted to wear the more feminine
ones but didn’t want to appease Pik's fantasies about her.