The mask is snug against my face, the remains of its skull digging into my cheeks and nose. xxx hd His expression is unreadable, but the way he looks at me has changed. He’s the embodiment of survival instinct, and right now, his entire focus is on keeping me alive. My body tenses as he brings it closer to my injuries, I can feel the heat radiating off it like a small sun. His thumb caresses the new pattern on my skin. The basket on my back grows heavier with each piece of fruit he adds. Each one loosens, releasing me from the embrace of the forest predator. Every time I move, pain explodes from the deep gouges left by the jaguar’s claws.
