Captivation: Want Nothing But You

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It was late at night and darkness was all around them.
A minibus and a vehicle drove along a rugged mountain road straight into the deep forest.
About half an hour later, the vehicles finally cto a stop.
In the back seat of the minibus, Victor couldn’t make a move, with his eyes covered with a blindfold and his wrists and ankles
tied by hemp rope.
After the minibus cto a stop, the man in the passenger seat got out, opened the backseat door, and bent down to pull Victor
out of the vehicle.
Victor lost his balance and fell straight to the ground.
His knees cinto contact with a stone, which made him furrow his brows in pain.
Norton got out of the other car and cup to him on the muddy road.
After that, he glanced over at his subordinate.
His man immediately understood what he wanted and took off the blindfold that was covering Victor’s eyes.
The sudden light coming right at him made Victor wince.
With his face scrunched up into a frown, he slowly opener his eyes to look at the person in front of him.
He saw that Norton was holding a flashlight in his hand, pointing it a his face.
After that, his man untied the rope around his wrists and ankles.
Victor lifted his arm to block the blinding light.
He still felt pain in his knee.
"Boy, you’re here.But it depends on your luck whether you’ll survive this place or not."
As soon as Norton finished saying that, there could be heard a wolf’s howl in the quiet night.
Norton cocked his eyebrow and left with his men.

The minibus and the car drove away together and gradually disappeared from Victor’s line of sight.
In just a few minutes, the place was in total darkness once again.
"Ahem..."
Seeing that they were now gone, Victor finally couldn’t help but cough, hand clamped over his mouth.
His palm got wet as a result of this.He sensed that it was blood.
Even though Victor couldn’t make out the blood on his palm clearly, he knew his physical condition.
If he contini to stay in this place, he would die from internal injuries before the wolves could get to him.
Enduring the bursts of pain in his knee, he slowly got up and tightened his grip on the Swiss knife in his hand.
"Awoo..."
A wolf’s howl sounded out right then.
Looking in the direction of the wolf’s howl, Victor found out that the area so dark that he couldn’t even see his surroundings
clearly.
But this time, the wolf’s howl sounded closer just now, indicating that it was moving in his direction.
There was no way he could stand here anymore.

Wolves were smart animals and they also had a keen sense of smell.
Looking down at the blood staining his p Victor bent down and grabbed a handful of soil in order to dilute the scent of blood on
his hand.
He mulled it in his head, trying to think of a good hiding spot.
As long as he could get through the night, he would be able to find a way to leave the forest once morning’ around He made his
way in the complete opposite direction.
Every step he made, he could feel pain all over his body wanted to cough out more blood.

But he couldn’t do this.
Once he made any noise and coughed blood, there be wolves on his trail.
He walked for a distance but didn’t get very far.
He couldn’t walk very far, especially with his hurt knee.
At the stime, his forehead was drenched in a cold sweat after walking not very far.
He had no idea what he would run into if he continued walking like this.
Besides, wolves hunted in packs.
He had only heard the sound of one wolf howling just now.
It might be calling out to its companions at this very moment.
If he kept walking forward like this, he might run into the other wolves who might be rushing to his spot at this time.
On the one hand, his injury didn’t let him get too far.
On the other hand, he wasn’t so sure what would happen next so he had to preserve his strength to fight whatever chis
way.
He hid behind a huge tree and leaned against it for support.
Victor felt immense pain in his chest and lungs and his breathing beca little heavier.
He tightly clutched onto the knife in his hand and stayed vigilant for whatever might cin his path.
He had no idea how much thad passed since the wolf’s last howl.
Perhaps a couple of minutes, or perhaps even half an hour.
Victor was starting to feel dizzy and he thought he was going to black out.
He knew that his injury must have taken a turn for the worse and he might not be able to hold on for much longer.
He needed to find a safe place in order to nurse his wounds.

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He stood with his back straight and was about to move on when suddenly there was a "crack" sound behind him.
It wasn’t all that loud, but the sound was particularly sudden in this altogether quiet forest.
Victor knew it was the sound of a twig breaking.
And then, he heard the sound of heavy breathing behind him.
When Victor turned around, he spotted the eyes of something staring at him.
It was none other than the wolf.
Even though he had used dirt to try and cover the blood on his palm, the wounds on his body had yet to heal, and there was still
the heavy scent of blood on him, which eventually led the wolf straight to him.
Victor took a step back, going ahead to press the switch of the knife with his thumb, and pointed the blade at the wolf when it
popped out.

As long as there was one wolf here, it meant that the other wolves could not be far away.
There was no way he could escape.
The wolf howled viciously and approached him very slowly.
Victor was on high alert and retreated carefully.
After taking a few steps back, the wolf appeared to have lost all patience and all of a sudden, pounced on him.
There was no tfor Victor to get out of the way so he was forced to fight it head-on. The wolf made a leap at him.
Víctor picked up a branch lying on the ground, which was as thick as his arm, and hit the wolf with it.
The wolf was caught off-guard and rolled to the ground, but pretty soon, it got up and proceeded to pounce on him again.
This time, it cat an even faster speed to attack Victor.
Victor had no tto get away and failed to do anything to the wolf this time.
The wolf pounced on him again.

Losing his balance, Victor fell straight to the ground.
He used the branch in his hand to block the wolf’s claws aimed at his chest, but he was hurt and was definitely no match for a
grown wolf at all.
Pretty soon, he couldn’t hold on for much longer.
The wolf was about to bite his arm.
"Awoo..."
The wolf suddenly released another miserable cry.
Victor took this opportunity to shake it off of him.
The wolf fell to the ground sideways, staring up at Victor with its red eyes.
It opened its mouth and bar but it couldn’t move around at all, and its breath started to becweaker and weaker.
Victor stumbled to his feet, held the branch in front of him, and made his way towards the wolf.
"Awoo..."
The wolf cried very weakly this time.
After taking two steps toward the wolf, Victor couldn’t help but cough again.
Blood dripped down from the corner of his mouth He walked toward the wolf, supported himself with the branch, slowly crouched
down, and examined the wolfs belly.
A knife was deeply inserted into its belly, and blood was gushing out of its wound.
That knife happened to be the Swiss knife that Victor had been holding in his hand earlier.
At the most critical moment just now, he used all his might to stab the knife into the wolf’s stomach, which happened to be its
weakest point.
Clutching the hilt of the knife, Victor looked deeply into the wolf’s eyes and pulled it right out.

More blood flowed out of the wolf’s wound.
The wolf let out another very weak cry and its entire body trembled.
After that, its breathing finally cto a stop.
Feeling worn out, Victor could barely keep conscious and his vision began to blur.
However, the death of this wolf wasn’t the end of his horrible night.
On the contrary, its death would only attract more wolves.
There was no way he could stay here any longer.
Victor got up and was about to leave.
However, when he lifted his head, he saw seven or eight wolves staring at him not too far away as if they were keeping an eye
on their prey.