Heart of Darkness ft. Safari Girl
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In the lush green sea of the Congo jungle, the vermilion crest of Safari Girl's hair waved like an untamed flame. A beacon of human intrusion upon the majesty of the untamed wilderness. Her khaki blouse, dappled with sweat and mud, clung to her lithe body. The jungle breathed around her, a symphony of chittering insects and the distant calls of hidden birds. Her sapphire eyes scanned the treeline, but her fellow explorer, Kipling, was nowhere in sight.
Her boot skidded out from under her as she ventured deeper into the undergrowth. A moment of panic fluttered through her chest. The ground beneath her feet felt less like ground and more like... quicksand.
She choked on her breath, heart pounding as the peril of her situation dawned on her. The sandy predator hungrily swallowed her foot, sucking it deeper into its deadly embrace. She let out a ragged gasp, her breath shuddering out into the dense jungle air. The sly quicksand whispered of a cruel demise as it licked at her calf, inching greedily upwards.
As the sand slithered to her waist, each grain kissed the contours of her khaki-clad body, promising an eternal embrace. She grappled desperately with the encircling foliage, but the jungle denied her pleas. Her pulse quickened, the rhythm matching the sinister dance of the sand.
With a trembling gasp, Safari Girl felt the encroaching sand inching higher, like an insidious tide. The cool granules ebbed and flowed over her breasts, the khaki blouse losing the battle against the relentless sand. Her eyes welled with fear, shimmering with the cruel reflection of the jungle canopy overhead. The sand consumed her, a wild and relentless devourer, yet oddly sensual in its embrace.
Just when she had started to accept her fate, resigned to be a forgotten memento in the heart of the Congo, a familiar silhouette emerged. Her heart leapt, a fluttering bird desperate for freedom from its sandy cage.
"Kipling?" she gasped, the name almost a prayer on her lips. His figure loomed over her, his eyes hidden beneath the brim of his faded explorer's hat. The sunlight danced across his rugged features, casting deep shadows that made him appear more menacing than the man she remembered.
His expression was unreadable as he peered down at her sinking form, the red-haired firefly caught in the embrace of the quicksand. For a long moment, he simply stood there, a statue against the animated backdrop of the jungle.
His silence was deafening, louder than the symphony of the jungle. As the sand crept higher, inching past her chest, Kipling didn't move. His true motives hidden behind a facade as impassive as the jungle around them, leaving Safari Girl to wonder if her salvation was at hand...or if Kipling was just another heart of darkness in the Congo.
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Maybe she and Quickie should hook up at some point, since they both like adventure and both seem to have a penchant for encountering quicksand wherever they go. lol
