“You know, I lived my life for a long time entirely imposed upon. Told what I was supposed to do, had my whole life chosen for me because of my father. He raised me to believe that I had to fight and die for my country because that’s all I was really worth to him. He had me convinced that that was how I would win his love and approval. How I'd become his pride and joy. But that wasn’t true. I thought I'd seen the world because I’d traveled it, but I was still blind. I missed out on so many of life’s experiences all to make someone else happy.” She takes another sip of her drink, indulging in the warm burn it left down the back of her throat. “But I don’t live like that anymore. Now, I do what I want, when I want. Taking in all of what life has to offer. It’s highs, it’s lows. All of its sensations.” 

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far cry 5 scenery - part 40

[Jacob’s] hand doesn’t even reach the handle before his arm is wrenched behind his back and that sweet cinnamon-smoke scent fills his nose. The twist of his shoulder makes him hiss and his lips curl into a snarl as he’s pushed against the side of his truck with the Deputy’s warm body pressed against his back, pinning him in place.

“The fuck did you do to me?” she growls, low and guttural into his ear. Her breath is hot and wet against his skin, and on it he can smell the sharp bloody tang of raw meat, freshly consumed. 

He bares his teeth in a wicked grin. “Nothing." He grunts when she applies more pressure to his arm. “Just gave nature a little push, that’s all.”

An all-too-familiar melody emerged in a low whistle as Eloise moved through the forest, a part of her hoping it would coax the Sinner out of hiding before the Judges would inevitably track him down and cost her her first real opportunity to get back into Jacob's good graces. "I'm done babysitting at St. Francis during the goddamn Reaping.", the word was almost a curse on its own when her eyes finally landed on a figure wobbling away with whatever strength he had left within him after days in captivity. "Come on, little birdie, it's time I get you back into your cage." Her breathing remained slow, even, as she pulled the bow taut and focused on the target. Eloise could have simply aimed directly at the Sinner, taken the clear shot, instead the arrow flew by his cheek, burying its tip into the tree next to him and announcing her presence. What's a manhunt without a hunt? She knew the objective was to get him back in one piece, and quickly, but that didn't stop her smile when he twisted his head around and his eyes met hers as she drew another arrow in a challenge. Fight or flight? I would enjoy either.

Whatever hope Sabrina harbored about her mother cutting her surprise visit short evaporated the second the bathroom door closed much too loudly behind John, who had chosen the worst moment to get up and take her up on the offer of an uneventful shower. Candice raised an eyebrow before giving her a knowing smile, "I see you have company, darling."