Camping with a Billionaire

Summer Break

Jacob's POV

This is my favorite time of the year. Summer. I am currently sitting up in a tree with my bow and arrows, waiting for my next prey. I don't like guns, because they are too loud in these woods. Plus, if the rare chance that I miss my target, the sound gives them a heads up and attempt to run. Which, I guess isn't all that bad. I do like a good chase. Finally, my prey has stopped to take a break and I make my move. I line up the arrow perfectly and.... bullseye! Right through the heart.

 I climb down from my tree and throw my catch over my shoulder. Whistling as I make my way back to my cabin, feeling a sense of pride. I hang my catch up with thick ropes from a wood beam in the basement. I place a deep cut on the throat and let it drain into the bucket I placed underneath. While it drains, I head outside to start a small campfire.

 Once I get that I started, I head back into the basement and strip my catch of her clothes, taking them out to burn in the fire.  As I sit on a log and watch the flames, I can't help but think that I could be doing more. This just doesn't seem as fun anymore. Time to switch up my game and I have the perfect idea. My next catch, I will injure, but keep alive for awhile. I smile as I think of all the things I could do with my next prey, but first I have to deal with the one I currently have. 

She's still draining, so I decide to start making lunch as I wait for that to finish. I pull some deer meat I had thawing in the fridge and prepare that. It's one of my favorite animals to eat. By the time night falls, it's time to dismember my prey. I slide on my long rubber gloves and begin chopping into small pieces. I place the stomach, arms, and leg pieces into freezer bags and put them away. The remaining parts, I toss into a garbage bag and bury it deep in the woods. I hate wasting food, but those just don't taste good to me. So, why not let other bugs or animals enjoy it? 

After a long day, I'm exhausted. I take my clothes off and lay in the cool stream outside. I imagine the catch of the day and how beautiful she was. I begin to stroke my aching d**k and imagine how it would have sounded to hear her scream for her life. How it would have felt to hear her beg for her life and that she would do anything to be set free. What it would be like to see her naked body dangle from the ropes and her breast bounce as she struggles to be released. f**k! I shoot stream after stream of c*m and now I am completely spent. 

As I finally get into bed, I pull my journal out from my nightstand. I fill in my entry for today, reliving the events that took place. I have been doing this for two years now and I regret nothing. I like re-reading about my catches and how they looked and how I felt. It makes me happy. You know, the little things in life. To be honest, I love my lifestyle.  I don't see why my mother was so against it. She would say that I'm a monster and that I needed help. She was right with one thing. I did need help. I needed a mother and she was never there for me. I slam my journal closed, frustrated that I was thinking of that woman who called herself my mom. 

Heather's POV 

After waving goodbye to my students as they load onto their buses, I head back to my classroom. It's the last day of school and I'm excited to start summer break. As I'm boxing up my room, my best friend, and fellow kindergarten teacher, Regina, comes striding into my classroom.  "FINALLY!" She says loudly as she plops into my chair and kicks her feet onto my desk. "Ew, do you mind? I like to keep my workspace clean." 

Letting out a dramatic sigh, she takes her feet off the desk and helps me box up items. "Shouldn't you be cleaning out your room as well?" I ask her and she smirks at me. "I have been tossing everything into boxes all throughout the day. I'm done already. I'm not a neat freak like you are." I playfully slap her arm and I bring up our trip. "So, are you packed for camping as well then?"  She rolls her eyes and I already know what she's going to say. 

"Do we really have to go?" She whines and I nod my head. "Yes! You have been bailing every single summer. I don't want to go alone, so please. You promised." I pout at her and she exclaims, "Fine! We'll go. I swear though, this is the first and last time I am ever doing this." 

"You say that now, but I bet you'll have a blast and want to go every year." Again with the eye rolls from her. "Be at my house by 8 a.m." I inform her as we load the boxes into our cars. 

I wake bright and early, ecstatic for this camping trip. I was already packed, so all I had to do was eat breakfast and wait for Regina to arrive. Which, knowing her, will be late as usual.  Just about 8:45, I hear my front door open and in walks my best friend, casually late. "Don't look at me like that. We've been friends since first grade, you knew I would be late." I simply shake my head and laugh. 

"Let's go!" I lock my house and toss my bags into her jeep. We lucked out on weather. It's a beautiful, sunny day. I type the address into her GPS and off we go!