Trapped in a Deadly Survival Show

Chapter 004

Anthony Dumas wrapped his other arm around Sandra, pulled with all his strength at the waist, and hoisted them both to their feet. They escaped the reach of the poisonous dart frog and were finally safe. But the contact made them exchange embarrassed glances for a moment before Anthony finally released his grip.

"Happy now?!" Sandra’s eyes were brimming with anger and suspicion. She glared at Anthony. ‘If it weren't for the urgency, I'd definitely smack this jerk!’

"Ah, sorry, i didn’t mean it. The thing you were about to grab is called a dart frog. It’s venomous. Touch it, and you could die!" Anthony hurriedly explained, hoping Sandra wouldn’t think he had ulterior motives.

"Hmph! Venomous? Sure! Stop making things up!" Sandra stepped away from Anthony. She even considered continuing alone without him, thinking he was nothing but a pervert.

"I swear I'm not lying. Look!" Feeling wronged, Anthony pointed towards the water’s edge where a fish approached. He nudged the frog towards it with a stick, and as soon as the fish touched the frog, it died within seconds.

Sandra gasped in shock. ‘If Anthony hadn’t been there, I might have been poisoned to death.’

Although Sandra was stubborn, she could tell right from wrong. "Oh my god! It’s a real dart frog. I misjudged you," she sheepishly apologized to Anthony.

"No worries, I was impulsive too." Anthony couldn’t help but gaze at Sandra again. The emergency had necessitated their close contact, but he still remembered the soft, resilient touch.

"What are you looking at? If you keep staring, I’ll gouge your eyes out!" Sandra, blushing and fuming, walked away to sit by the fire.

It was getting late. Anthony surveyed the area and quickly found a cave nearby. It was an ideal shelter in the wild. He laid out some dry grass and leaves inside and moved the fire to the cave's entrance. By the time he finished, it was completely dark. 

The cave was small, barely fitting two people, and that too if they squeezed together.

Sandra nervously asked, "You're not going to sleep with me, are you?"

Anthony pulled her into the cave with a teasing smile. "Why? Can’t I?"

Considering the possibility of snakes and beasts creeping up at any moment, he said, "You sleep inside; it's warmer and safer."

Having been pampered by her parents all her life, Sandra had never faced such a situation. She glanced at the leaf-covered bed, tears of grievance welling up. But in front of Anthony, she acted tough. Even though she didn't want to sleep on leaves, she knew it was the best they could manage. Especially, Anthony was outside. A wave of unspeakable feelings washed over her.

"Okay!" Though embarrassed, Sandra didn't say more. She couldn't let her guilt make her sleep with Anthony. With her mind racing, she lay awake for a while, eyes closed, lost in thought.

Outside, Anthony had also settled down for the night. With no internet or cell service, sleeping was pretty much the only thing to do.

But then, a rustling noise by her ear startled Sandra. Initially, she dismissed it. But when she turned her head, she saw a strikingly red, long stick lying beside her. 

‘Pretty thing,’ she thought and reached out to grab it. But the moment her fingers touched it, her skin crawled, her pupils shrank, and she broke into a cold sweat. The texture was slimy and pressing lightly, she could feel the sponginess, as if she had grabbed a hand.

Only then did she realize what it was. Indeed, it was deep red, but this "stick" had a head and was now baring its needle-sharp, venomous teeth. It was a poisonous snake. 

Reacting instantly, Sandra scrambled up and ran outside, screaming, "Ah! Help, Anthony! Help!" Her commotion woke Anthony up, who was guarding the entrance.

"What’s wrong? What happened?" He caught Sandra as she threw herself towards him, then looked inside the cave. It was empty except for a pile of grass and leaves.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Anthony asked, puzzled.

Sandra stood frozen, confused. "I just saw a red snake. How could it just disappear?" To prove she wasn't mistaken, she began to sift through the leaf pile. Just then, as she withdrew her hand, the crimson snake was already coiled around her arm!

Her face turned pale, and she shook her arm, trying to fling it off. But the snake was unusually agile; it whipped around and bit deeply into her thigh, covered by her stockings. 

The cave was small, barely fitting two people, and that too if they squeezed together.

Anthony rushed over, with one arm supporting her and the other grabbing a dagger. With a fierce chop, he cut the snake in two. The snake's body writhed, blood splattering everywhere.

The snake was dead, but the real trouble had just begun. Anthony knew this type of snake was highly venomous. Stranded in the wilderness, the situation was dire—if he couldn't treat her soon, it could be fatal.

His expression grew more serious, sensing something off about this place.

The organizers should have scouted this area before setting up a 'Wild Survival' challenge. How could they overlook venomous snakes? The most desperate part was their inability to contact the outside world or get antivenom. Sandra's life hung in the balance.

What should he do? If left unchecked, the snake's venom would spread throughout Sandra's organs, and she might die tonight. Right now, Sandra was still conscious and lay weakly in his arms, constantly pleading, "Anthony, save me, I don’t want to die…" 

Anthony nodded, "I'll do my best, but don't call me a pervert, okay?"

Sandra understood Anthony's concerns but knew well enough that her life was what mattered the most. She begged, "Please, you have to save me. I trust you."

Anthony asked, "Alright, where did the snake bite you?"

A blush spread across Sandra's face. "It... it bit me inside my pants."

Anthony couldn’t help but think the situation was absurd; why did the snake bite her there? After a moment of thought, he prioritized her life over the awkwardness. He gently unbuttoned and unzipped Sandra's pants, pulled them down, and gasped in shock.

Underneath the lace of her shorts, four bloody holes glistened on her pale, rounded buttocks, oozing purplish venomous blood. Yet, even this couldn’t dim the beauty of her peach-like behind. ‘This is gorgeous.’

"Stop looking… Just close your eyes," Sandra whispered softly.

Anthony, ever the gentleman, wouldn't go against Sandra's wishes. But to save her life, he had to suck the poison out. 

The beautiful girl moaned in pain, her legs rubbing together. With his eyes closed, Anthony pulled down her stockings and bent to start sucking.

"Mm!" Sandra moaned and tightened her legs around him.

The venom was deep in her bloodstream; he had to suck harder.

But soon Sandra sobbed, "You... you're sucking the wrong spot…"