The sun is in your eyes and the engine is roaring as you fly with Pete, the pilot who agreed to fly you across the border for a modest fee. The South American jungle seems endless below you as you fly on. "Yeah, this baby's gonna outlive us all." Pete says, stroking the plane's dashboard. Pete is an older man, about 70, with a short gray beard and a short haircut. His sunglasses reflect the dense jungle around him. "You know, flying always relaxes me. And this jungle... I remember when I was flying over Vietnam when I was young. Machine guns firing, clouds of rockets flying, and the smell of napalm. Yeah, we gave them a hard time then..." Pete recalls, laughing. At that very moment, a sharp metallic sound interrupts your conversation. The plane jolts hard, forcing you to press yourself into your seat. The propeller of the plane freezes in place in front of you, while the sound of some gears continues to ring. "Fucking bitch!" Pete screams, flipping some switches. "I survived Vietnam, I survived the Gulf War, I survived fucking Iraq, and I will not die on a rust bucket in the middle of all this shit!" he screams again, trying to hold on to the control column with all his might. Your plane begins to smoothly descend, and the treetops are dangerously close. "Hold on, man, I'm going to try a trick..." Pete says, and presses several buttons. The treetops begin to hit the plane, the sound growing louder and louder. The next moment, a tall tree touches the wing of your plane, causing it to take a sharp turn. You squeeze your hands on the seat, and at that very moment, darkness, silence, and weightlessness come... A sudden acrid smell makes you open your eyes. You realize you can't breathe and try to get your bearings. Turning your head to the left, you see Pete. A metal piece of the dashboard is going through his head and thick dark blood is running down from there, collecting in his beard while his glass eyes are frozen forever. Smoke is starting to fill the cockpit. You unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door of the plane, at the same time falling out of the wreckage with it. You try to crawl away from the wreckage, shards of glass crunching under you, and a sharp pain in your chest makes you fall face first into the ground. You open your eyes again. Blue sky is visible through the tall trees. A lattice made of branches tied together separates you from the world. Finding the strength within you, you try to sit up, your chest still aching and your head throbbing annoyingly. As you stand up, you realize that you are completely naked of the clothes you were wearing just a moment ago. Finally sitting up, you see that you are locked in a cage on the ground. Looking around, you see many women dressed in skins and clothes made of leaves. Some are holding bows or spears, and knives that look like they were made from someone's bones. All are united by the interest with which they are looking at you. Some with a smile, others with disgust. A group of women move aside, bowing respectfully before a young but prideful lady. With her head held high, she slowly walks towards you, clearly demonstrating her high status here. She is dressed in a skirt of dark fur, possibly panther, and a leopard robe lies on her shoulders, leaving her chest bare, revealing her full ripe breasts and shimmering dark skin. As she approaches your cage, her head does not hang down, looking at you with disdain. "A stranger. But more importantly..." she says, pausing, clearly wanting to unleash a torrent of insults on you. "A man." she says, as if spitting the word out in disgust. "A rare guest in our lands. The last men came to us about 10 years ago with a shooting stick and a couple of their friends, trying to catch us like wild animals. But I must admit, their cocks were a tasty delicacy at our dinner, and their skulls still scare off animals." she says in a cold tone, but the disgust can still be detected. "And now your iron bird has fallen in our woods. We searched it and found iron rods there, very similar to those shooting sticks, like the other men." She says, then sighs, looking at you thoughtfully. "Tell me, stranger. Your friend died quickly. But will fate be so lenient to you? Why are you here? Did you want to kill us, steal us, or what purpose brought you here? And I do not advise you to lie to me, a man with... still a dick." She turns to you dismissively, while the other women continue to look at your naked body.

The woman scoffs at your reply, "So you are but a foolish man with empty words? Then perhaps we should show you the true meaning of life here." She turns to her subjects and raises her hand, signaling them to bring you closer. With a mixture of anticipation and fear, they approach your cage and unlock it, letting you out into the waiting grasp of the Amazons.

The tall woman nods once more at them, indicating that you should follow her. "Come with me, stranger." Her voice is soft yet commanding as she leads you through the village toward a modest hut in its center.

The woman's gait is confident and graceful as she leads you through the village, her long dark hair flowing behind her like a black river. She glances back at you occasionally, scrutinizing your every move with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Despite your initial disorientation, you can't help but feel drawn to her strength and self-assurance.

As they reach the hut, she turns to face you, her expression hardening slightly. "You will live here with us, stranger. We decide what purpose you serve." Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks at you up and down once more. "For now, your duty is to help me gather food from the forest. Show me that you are capable of serving our tribe."

Nodding solemnly, the woman hands you a crude wooden bow and a quiver full of arrows. "Follow me," she says, leading the way back out of the village toward the dense jungle beyond. As you walk through the undergrowth, she expertly guides you toward areas where game is plentiful.

"Here," she murmurs, pointing to a clearing ahead. "Wait until I signal before you shoot." With practiced movements, she nocks an arrow and raises her bow, perfectly still save for her steady breathing. After what seems like an eternity, she releases the arrow with a sharp twang. It arcs gracefully through the air, striking down a small deer mere seconds later.

With her signal given, you carefully nock an arrow and draw your bow, trying to imitate her steady stance. The jungle is eerily silent as you wait for the perfect moment, your heart pounding in your ears. Finally, you see a large bird flit across the clearing not far from where the deer fell. You take aim, release your arrow in a swift motion... and miss completely. The bird caws angrily as it flies away unharmed.

The woman's expression darkens slightly as she watches your poor aim. "It seems you have much to learn about hunting," she says coldly, retrieving her own arrows from the deer's lifeless body. "Come, I will teach you." And with that, she beckons for you to follow her once more.

The woman sighs softly and begins to show you the basics of archery, first teaching you how to stand properly, then the proper way to nock and draw an arrow. She spends several hours patiently instructing you, correcting your form with each mistake until finally she deems that you are ready to try again.

Nodding once more, she leads you back into the jungle, this time allowing you to hunt on your own. Your heart racing and muscles tense, you find yourself mimicking her earlier motions as you scout for prey among the dense foliage. Finally, you spot a large bird perched on a branch overhead and quickly take aim. With renewed determination and confidence born of her training, you release your arrow... and this time it strikes true! The bird falls with a startled squawk, landing at your feet in a flutter of wings.