Diana was a prostitute. She lived in a Motel room in a tiny village by the highway. She usually slept all day and worked by night. She was a tall blonde woman with blue eyes, large breasts and round ass. Her usual working place was on a side of the road which passed through the town. She stood there dressed in her usual work outfit: very tall boots above her knees, bare legs, very short skirt, so short that it exposed half of her butt when she bent down, short winter jacket made of artificial fur.

Diana waited until some truck driver would stop and pay for her services. She usually charged $100 for sex, $120 for a blow job, and extra money for anything special which was not on her menu.

It was a particularly cold night. Temperature was – 3 C with a cold wind and snow. She hated working in cold nights. Her bare thighs above boots and her bare ass were freezing. She jumped and stepped in place, and rubbed her bare thighs with her hands. Sometimes some truck stopped, and driver asked her services, then she got inside a warm truck cabin and made him a BJ or whatever he asked, he paid her the money and she climbed down to the cold night. It was half past midnight. She had hoped to get one or two more clients and then she could end her work for the night.

A pickup truck Ford 150 stopped. Diana loved guys who drove Ford trucks. They were real American working men, tractor drivers or construction workers, like her own father. They usually pay quickly and sometimes gave her extra tips. This guy looked like most of them, in old jeans and winter outdoor jacket.

He came to her and asked to go with him to give service at house. It`s too cold here, he said. She had agree with him. She usually charged extra for going to the client’s home. She got into his pickup and he drove to some house on the edge of town. They came in, she took of her jacket and asked him what service he wanted, a BJ or a quick sex?

He said that there in no need to rush, and offered her a drink. Normally Diana did not drink at work. It was not a good work ethics. But that was a very cold night and she needed a boost of alcohol to warm up. He went to the kitchen and poured liquor in two glasses. He dropped something into her drink. Then he returned to the room and they drunk the liquor together.

She sat on the sofa with her legs up, took of her panties and motioned to begin, waiving a condom for him in her hand. He unzipped his pants, took out his long hard penis, put on condom, and penetrated her vagina. She moaned professionally and screamed as if she had a lot of pleasure, while he thrust his penis forward and backward. He ejaculated and pulled out. She felt unusual dizziness. The room turned around her in her mind and she passed out.

At that time, in a small town police department a sheriff Jackson looked at the billboard where they pinned photographs of missing persons. There were six missing women in the police list, all were young, blonde, all worked in sex industry as an exotic dancers or a prostitutes.

Diana woke up from feeling of cold all over her body as if she was in a freezer. She had terrible headache, and her eyes were unfocused. She moaned from pain and lifted her head with an effort and looked around. She lay in something white and extremely cold. She shook her head and touched white staff with her fingers. It was snow. She looked at herself and saw that she was naked. She realized that she lay in a snow naked. But where she was and how did she get there? She looked up. It was early morning, about 6 o`clock. The morning sun just came out. Everything around her was white. She stood on her knees helping herself with hands, and then slowly stood up. She had a hiccups. She gasped cold air and then she threw up. That helped her to clear her mind. She was on the opening in the forest. There was a truck and a tent on the opening. A man came out of the tent. He held a rifle in his hands. She recognized it was Remington 7600, good hunting rifle. She knew a lot about rifles. Her father was an avid hunter, he used to take Diana on hunting trips long time ago. She recognized same man which she met yesterday. He was dressed in tall hunting waders and a hunting winter jacket. He approached her and said cheerfully

“Good morning, Diana, are you ready?”

“Ready for what? “ she said hoarsely, her throat was dry. “I am cold, ” she said, “give me my clothes. ”

“Oh you won`t be getting your closes, not yet, “ said strange man. “you will be running nude, it is most natural. ”

“Running where?” she asked confused.

“Running from me, of cause, ” said strange man. “I am a hunter, and you are a prey. I will be hunting. ”

And he pumped his rifle magazine.

“There are 10 rounds in the magazine, ” he said. “If I miss them all then you will be safe. If you are very lucky you may get to the village behind those hills on the east. But it will never happened, ” he added, “ I almost never miss shots. ”

“I am not running, ” she said.

“Or yes you are, ” he said. He lifted barrel of his rifle and shot slightly above her head. The shot echoed from trees in crisp winter air. “I give you 60 seconds head start. ” he said and pointed barrel at her chest. They met their eyes and she realized he is not joking. This sick man brought her here for game of hunt.

Diana turned around an ran, as fast and she could master. She did not know where to run, just as far as possible from that crazy man. She ran along the path between trees, then she got into open field. There was nowhere to hide. She kept running. Run helped to clear her mind. She also warmed up by running considerably. She was a good runner. She was doing track and field athletics in her youth years at school. But since then she gained weight and stopped exercising. She started panting and had to pause and walk to catch her breath. She was in the middle of a field in some wilderness. There were trees and small hills far away on the north east. But in front of her was some ravine, with sides covered with bushes. She looked back and saw a man walking far behind her following her trace. He did not run, he was sure he would catch up with her sooner or later.

She looked behind and realized that she left a clear trace of barefoot footsteps in a snow. She could not hide. Her foot traces in a snow gave her up. Sooner or later he would find her. She started getting cold again. Her feet were numb, her skin was cold, her heart beat fast in her chest. She kept running toward the ravine. She hoped to find some hiding there.

She came to the side and looked down into the ravine. She realized that it was a trap. There was nowhere to hide. The ravine sides were bare and covered with fresh snow. She heard a sound of running water. The was a stream of water running on the bottom of the ravine. It was about 50 feet across. The water in the stream did not freeze because it was running so fast. She remembered going to fishing expeditions with her dad long time ago.

She was a hunted animal now. She must think like a hunted animal, she decided. At least until a lucky opportunity would strike to change that. She remembered her observations of hunted animals. When deer pursued by predator they often change directions and try to double back their traces to confuse predators. When deer sensed danger they could jump into water and jump to opposite bank to avoid predators. No way, she thought, I am not getting into that water, it is too cold!

But she looked back and saw a man coming close and lifting a rifle. A sound of shot cracked loudly in the chill air and she heard a sound of bullet whizzed near her head. She fell down on her belly and crawled in snow to the side of the ravine. She had no choice. She had to go down. The sides of ravine were very slippery. She practically slid and rolled down on her butt in a snow. She rolled a few times and stopped at the bottom near the river. Here up close the sound of running water was very loud. The stream was not very deep, water rolled over the large stones. She decided to take her chance in the water.

She bravely jumped into water and gasped from the bitter chill. The water was very cold. She jumped from one cold icy stone to the next, in a knee – deep stream, with a loud yelps and cries. The water became a waist deep in the middle. Her butt and groin were in the water. At one place the stream pushed her. She lost her balance and fell into the water. The current took her about ten yards down the stream, until she managed to get a foothold and stood up. The she jumped from stone to stone until she got to the other bank. It was very slippery and it took several attempts to climb from the water. She fell on her back panting and crying. then she rolled on her belly and crawled to the crevice between the large snow covered rocks. She hoped that the “hunter” won’t find her there. She could rest for a while. She lay there panting and shivering, massaging her freezing body with her hands. She lifted her head and glanced from the stone nervously. The “hunter” was standing on the other bank of the stream. He was not too keen on getting into the water. He lifted his rifle and took aim at where she was laying. Another sound of shot cracked in the air.

He cried “Diana, you cannot hide from me. ”

She spatted on the snow and said quietly “May be I can. ” He stood on the other bank for about 15 minutes, moving barrel of his rifle left and right, looking for target. But she lay still, in a snow between boulders, shivering, chattering her teeth but not standing up.

She had hoped that he would not get into icy water. But he was prepared for that eventuality. He was dressed in a long waders which protected from water and cold. He waded into water and forded across the stream, jumping from stone to stone. At some place he slipped and fell into the water too, screaming profanities loudly. He stood up, wet all over, and more mad than before. He dropped his rifle in water and then retrieved it.

She considered that an opportunity. She stood up from her hiding place and climbed up on her side of the ravine, sliding down sometimes and hanging on cold stones and rare bushes. By the time he retrieved his rifle and took an aim she was already almost on top. He made another shot. It cracked in winter air and a bullet buzzed near her cheek. But she was already on top of her side of the ravine.

He roared with anger, climbed out of the stream, unzipped his pants and poured icy water out of his waders. He put his waders back, lifted a rifle and looked up at the ravine. He did not see her. He started climbing up on the side of the ravine, but holding the rifle in one hand was inconvenience. He fell back, cursed, and stood up. Then he hanged the rifle over his back, and started climbing up, using both hands. She watched him glancing between tree trunks nervously. When he was almost on top, her naked figure suddenly appeared above him. She held a large chunk of tree branch in her hands. He glanced up in a momentary disbelief. She screamed wildly and dropped tree branch on his head with a loud yelp. The branch cracked on his head. He yelped, lost his balance and fell down into the ravine, screaming. On the bottom he hit his head on a boulder and did not move after that. She watched him for some time from the top, triumphantly. She made a happy yell, jumped, and cried. She was almost sure he was dead, but she would not risk climbing down to check that.

She turned around and looked at the hills far on the east. They were approximately 3 miles from where she stood.

“It`s ok, ” she thought, ”I can walk there. I only hope there are people on the other side of those hills. ”

She walked and walked, tired and cold, biting her lips, and rubbing her body. She came to the edges of forest not far from the hills. She staggered on weak legs, then fell on a snow, gasped, and closed her eyes.

She woke up on a bed in somebody`s house. She was covered with blankets and with a warmer under her legs. She moaned weakly and opened her eyes. Some strange people came into the room, and looked at her cheerfully.

She was very weak at first. She coughed and sneezed. A local doctor visited her and prescribed a medication. In a few days she has got better.

A sheriff from her town visited her a few days later and wrote her account of events. Sheriff said that crazy man “hunter” lived, and was arrested. He has got a lifetime sentence.

This video of a man shooting from Remington 7600 rifle

https://www. youtube. com/watch?v=j2s1QjqAcp0