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CH. 2: TRAPPED

Author: Shaddie
last update Last Updated: 2023-04-28 08:42:07

As Brown's eyes adjusted to the dim light, he took in his surroundings. The hut was small, but it was filled with details that caught his attention. The walls were made of woven reeds, and animal skins hung from the ceiling. Brown noticed that the skins belonged to jaguars, snakes, and birds he had never seen before. They seemed to represent the tribe's connection to the natural world.

The hut was sparsely furnished, but there were a few items that stood out. A wooden chest sat in one corner, its lid slightly ajar, revealing a few woven baskets and carved objects. Brown wondered what treasures lay inside. Next to the chest, a woven hammock hung from the wall, swaying slightly in the breeze. Brown imagined that Dianne must sleep there.

In the center of the room, a fire burned, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The flames were contained in a stone hearth, which had been built into the floor. The heat from the fire was intense, but Brown appreciated its warmth in the cool jungle night.

Brown's gaze then turned to Dianne. She was sitting across from him, her eyes fixed on him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. She wore a simple dress made of woven fibers, which revealed her strong, muscular arms. Her hair was tied back in a tight braid, which gave her a fierce and intimidating appearance.

Brown was struck by Dianne's beauty. Her skin was the color of rich, dark chocolate, and her eyes were a deep, penetrating brown. Her features were sharp and angular, giving her a regal and commanding presence. Brown had never seen a woman quite like her before, and he felt a mix of desire and fear whenever he was near her.

Dianne spoke, Brown's attention returned to his captor. He could sense the power and authority she held over her tribe. Her voice was deep and commanding, sending shivers down his spine. Brown couldn't help but feel intimidated by her, and he knew that he was at her mercy.

As he sat there, Brown couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden within Dianne's hut. It was clear to him that this was not just a place of residence, but a reflection of the tribe's way of life. He wondered what other mysteries the A****n held, and he felt both exhilarated and terrified by the thought of exploring them.

•••

Dianne stared at Brown, her expression unreadable, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He knew he was in a dangerous situation, and he wasn't sure what Dianne wanted from him.

"So, Professor Brown," Dianne said, her voice deep and commanding. "Why have you come to our land?"

"I'm an anthropologist," Brown replied, trying to keep his tone calm and measured. "I came to study your tribe and learn about your way of life."

Dianne raised an eyebrow. "And what do you hope to gain from this knowledge?"

"I want to understand the ways in which different cultures interact with their environment," Brown explained. "I believe that your tribe has a lot to teach us about living in harmony with nature."

Dianne nodded slowly, but her eyes remained fixed on Brown's face. "And what about the other outsiders who have come to our land?" she asked. "The ones who seek to exploit our resources or claim our land as their own?"

"I'm not like them," Brown said, his voice firm. "I have no interest in exploiting your people or your land. I only want to learn from you."

She considered his words for a moment before nodding. "Very well," she said. "But be warned, Professor Brown. We are a proud and fiercely independent people. We will not hesitate to defend ourselves and our land if we feel threatened."

Brown nodded, understanding the warning implicit in Dianne's words. He couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her strength and authority. Despite the danger he was in, he found himself drawn to her, both physically and intellectually.

As their conversation continued, Brown felt a sense of excitement building within him. He knew that he was in the presence of someone truly remarkable, and he was eager to learn as much as he could from her.

•••

As their conversation came to a close, Dianne surprised Brown by making a bold request.

"Professor Brown, there is something I must ask of you," she said, her tone serious. "It is customary in our tribe for a captive to spend the night with the person who captured them. It is a way to ensure their safety and ensure that they will not escape. I must ask that you lie with me tonight."

Brown felt a sense of shock and discomfort at her request. He had no desire to sleep with Dianne, despite her beauty and authority. He knew that it would be a mistake to give in to her demands, as it would only complicate his situation further.

"Please, Dianne," he said, his voice firm but polite. "I cannot do what you ask. It goes against my principles as an academic and as a man."

Dianne's expression hardened, and Brown could see the anger in her eyes. "Do you understand what this means?" she asked, her voice low and menacing. "If you refuse me, the tribe will have no choice but to kill you. You will be seen as a threat, a spy, and a trespasser. You will be executed."

Brown felt a sense of panic rising within him, but he tried to keep his composure. He knew that he needed to find a way to reason with Dianne, to make her see that he was not a threat to her people.

"Please, Dianne," he said, his voice pleading. "Give me a day to think about this. I need time to consider my options and make a decision that is in everyone's best interests."

Dianne considered his request for a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well," she said. "You have until dawn tomorrow to make your decision. But know this, Professor Brown. If you do not agree to my terms, you die by dawn."

•••

Brown lay on the bedroll, staring up at the thatched roof of Dianne's hut, unable to shake off the unsettling feeling that had taken hold of him. He was still grappling with the ultimatum that Dianne had given him. He knew that his life was hanging in the balance, and that he needed to make the right decision to ensure his survival.

As he lay there, he couldn't help but notice the night sky outside the hut. The stars shone brightly, casting an otherworldly glow across the forest canopy. It was a sight he had never seen before, and it took his breath away.

Suddenly, he heard a hushed sound coming from outside the hut. He got up slowly, careful not to make any noise, and stepped outside. The sound grew louder as he got closer, and he realized that it was Neytiri, another Amazonian, sneaking out of her hut.

Brown watched in amazement as Neytiri vanished into the darkness, moving swiftly and gracefully through the forest. He felt a pang of longing for the world outside this tribe, but he knew that he couldn't leave, not yet.

As he made his way back inside the hut, he heard a rustling behind him. He turned around to find Dianne standing in the doorway, her arms folded across her chest.

"What are you doing out here, Professor Brown?" she asked, her voice stern.

Brown felt his heart race as he tried to think of a plausible excuse. He couldn't tell her that he had been spying on Neytiri.

"I couldn't sleep," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I needed some fresh air."

Dianne's expression softened, and she stepped closer to him. "I understand," she said, her voice gentle. "But you must be careful. The forest can be dangerous at night."

Brown nodded, feeling relieved that she had bought his excuse. He lay back down on the bedroll, feeling drained and exhausted. He knew that he needed to make a decision soon, or else his fate would be sealed.

As he drifted off to sleep, his mind raced with thoughts of escape and survival. He knew that the next few hours would be crucial, and that he needed to find a way to outsmart Dianne and her tribe if he had any hope of making it out of the jungle alive.

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