Our Camp Night Went Wrong

The Story

Hunter’s hands move boldly behind me, sliding across the fabric separating our bodies. I lie rigid in the cramped tent while Noah breathes slowly beside me and dozing classmates fill the space. The silence traps me in his quiet game. My heart pounds like a war drum, filling my ears with a deafening rhythm. I clutch my sleeping bag tight and bite my lip until it bleeds. Every muscle in my body tenses as I fight to keep my breath steady. The thrill is overwhelming, yet I remain frozen. I pray not a single sound escapes me. The darkness presses in around us. Hunter’s touch grows more insistent. I stay perfectly still, trapped in the moment. The weight of his presence suffocates me.