Keith Ostrander came back to consciousness gradually over the course of about 15 minutes. The first thing he registered was cold water being splashed in his face. He shook his head a bit and immediately regretted it; the large welt on the back of his head made its presence very much felt. His ears were ringing, his vision was murky, and it took him a few moments to realize that he was being held up by the arms by a pair of Island Natives, both of whom were smaller than him. Keith was built like a brickhouse, 6ft 3, 235lbs, 8% body fat. He had just graduated high school two weeks ago and two weeks from now he was supposed to report to the University Of Georgia to start summer camps. Even as an incoming freshman, many expected Keith to be the Bulldogs starting linebacker in the fall. He and a couple of rich friends wanted to go on one last adventure before they went their separate ways for the time being. They went on a cruise through the South Pacific, got caught up in a tropical storm, and shipwrecked on this island. Keith had no idea where his friends were and very little memory of meeting the natives before one of them had splashed his face with water. Based on his head injury, one of them had probably bashed him with a rock. It would've been hard for them to subdue him any other way.
When Keith fully came to, he was standing in a clearing. Well, sort of standing. His hands were bound together, tied to a large rope attached to a 10 foot tall pole. If he leaned too far forward or backward, the rope caught him. It looked pretty flimsy, but it has been holding 235 pounds of dead weight for who knows how long. Keith leaned downward, trying out different leverage points, but it was no use. This particular tribe was wildly advanced when it came to knots. This particular style could take hours to undo if you don't know the right technique, and applying pressure sometimes made it worse. He would have to get creative if he was going to get out of this thing. Even with his head relatively cleared, he still couldn't remember what happened after the shipwreck or how long he had been out here. He looked behind him and saw a massive wall, a deep trench in front of it, and a flimsy wooden bridge across the pit. Atop the wall, there was a line of torches and Keith could faintly make out a collection of natives beating drums and letting out an aggressive chant.
"KON-GA! KON-GA! KON-GA!"
The sun was beginning to set. They had been at this for several hours at this point.There was clearly some kind of ritual going on and Keith wasn't a big fan of his positioning. After a few more minutes, Keith managed to bite through part of the knot labyrinth that .
Great, he thought, only about a hundred more of those.
Assuming Keith got out, he wasn't sure how the natives would react, or where he would run. He didn't have a ton of time to dwell on those thoughts. He heard a rumbling in the forest just beyond the clearing. Then he felt the rumbling. Keith froze in place as the trees shook hundreds of yards in front of him. And then came the last thing he expected to emerge from the forest: a pair of legs.
Depending on your line of work or recreation or just the general context of the situation, maybe 50 feet doesn't seem that tall. No really, if we're talking about a building or a roller coaster or real estate, 50 feet might seem pretty run of the mill. When you're looking up at a 50 foot tall woman from toe-height, it's the most insane sight one could ever see. Her legs reminded Keith of his ex-girlfriend's, who was an all-county volleyball player. Her legs, butt, and belly were all incredibly toned. With dark hair, a tan swimmer's body, and a grass skirt, she looked like one of those Hawaiian hula girls. On a novelty bobble head, it's cute; on a normal sized girl, it's hot; on a girl the size of a building, it doesn't make her any less terrifying. Part of Keith hoped that she wouldn't notice him. It was a stupid thought considering the chanting and the row of torches clearly brought her here, but between his rock-induced concussion and seeing a towering hula girl block out the setting sun, he lost a good chunk of his rational thought. As she got closer and closer, Keith just put his back to the pole, put his head down, and closed his eyes.
"This isn't real," he told himself aloud. "Wake up. Wake up!"
Their was one final *boom* and then the rumbling stopped.
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