Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 345: Mira’s Husband: Jack

Chaos exploded in the clearing when the pilot fought to rise, his complexion ashen yet vital, his gaze sparking with awareness upon spotting Mira, Bill, and Nicole. Before a word escaped him, Mira unleashed a strangled cry, her tone fracturing under waves of joy and incredulity.

Bill and Nicole shouted "Dad!" too.

They dashed over and embraced him tightly.

"Jack... is that truly you?!" Mira wept, her fingers shaking as she gripped his arms, tears flooding her eyes.

Bill and Nicole lingered nearby, their features drained but eased, their words tumbling over each other in the frantic gathering.

Bill whispered, his tone splintering. "We thought—"

"I knew you’d be safe," Jack answered, his voice raspy but steady. He drew them nearer, his eyes scanning the others, his look growing somber as he noted their frantic expressions.

Yet the instant of solace didn't endure.

Jason advanced, arms folded, his words biting and blaming. "Okay, family reunion’s over," he sneered, his manner derisive.

"Now tell us—what the hell is going on?" His stare sharpened, wary. "Is this some kind of government experiment? Or are we just guinea pigs in some sick game?"

Jack breathed out, dragging a hand over his hair, his countenance serious. "I wish I knew," he confessed, his tone gravelly.

"The rift opened out of nowhere—no warning, no explanation." He halted, his eyes shadowing. "We tried sending drones in, probes, anything to get information... but nothing ever came back."

Lena questioned, "So are we all trapped here?"

Jack denied it with a shake of his head, his face etched with sorrow. "The rift pulled you all in before we even knew what was happening."

He pointed at the sealed rift, the atmosphere still buzzing with leftover power. "By the time we realized what was going on, it was too late."

"And now?" Megan insisted, her tone slicing the whispers. "What do you know?"

Jack wavered, his glance shifting to Mira then fixing on everyone. "If my guess is correct..." he began, his words tentative, "we’re not in our time anymore." He stopped, allowing the revelation to settle.

"The dust particles around the rift... the readings we got before it closed..." He sighed, his posture sagging. "This is 10,000 B.C."

The clearing burst into uproar.

"WHAT?!" Jason bellowed, his voice shattering in shock.

"How is this even POSSIBLE?!" Lena wailed, her palms rushing to cover her lips.

"Are you serious?!" Raj cackled, his tone frenzied. "Time travel?! Dinosaurs?! What next—cavemen?!"

"This is bullshit!" another voice hollered, swallowed by the turmoil.

Megan shoved past the throng, her skin blanched, her speech resolute. "Did you bring anything?" she pressed, her focus pinned on Jack. "Supplies? Weapons? Anything we can use?"

Jack shook his head, his demeanor dour.

"When the government realized the rift was closing, they made a decision." His tone dropped, laced with resentment.

"They didn’t want to risk sending anyone else in. They didn’t know what was beyond it—what dangers, what threats. So they sealed it off. They wrote us all off as lost."

Fury surged across the crowd.

"They just LEFT us?!" Lena barked, her words quivering with wrath. "They didn’t even TRY to save us?!"

"They didn’t care!" Jason snarled, his hands balling into fists. "We were just expendable to them!"

Jack’s jaw clenched. "They assumed you were all dead. They closed the case. No rescue. No help. Nothing." His voice faltered a bit, the burden of his statement crushing the clearing like an unseen weight.

Mira’s gaze blazed with fury and hopelessness. "And you? You hijacked a plane and came in here anyway?" Her tone was ragged, unsteady.

Jack held her stare, steadfast. "I wasn’t going to leave you here. Not without knowing for sure."

He let out a sharp breath, his frame easing a touch. "I stole one of their planes easily using my identity as a military pilot. I knew the risks. I knew I might not make it. But I had to try. "

"You could have DIED!" Nicole sobbed, her voice fracturing. "What good would that have done for us?!"

"I had to try," Jack restated, his tone solid even with weariness in his eyes. "I couldn’t just let them write you off like you never existed."

The survivors lingered in shocked quiet, the truth of Jack’s declaration seeping deep. The government had forsaken them. Doomed them to perish in an era alien to them. And Jack—he had gambled it all to locate them.

A stunned silence followed.

"What?" Lena snapped, her cheeks reddening with ire. "Those sons of bitches—how could they do this to us?!"

"They left us here?!" Jason growled, his fists tightening. "They didn’t even try to save us?!"

Paul moved ahead, his speech steady yet pressing. "So... what are we supposed to do now?"

The group muttered complaints, their looks contorted in rage. "Great," one man spat, "so he didn’t bring anything?" His tone was sour. "Now we’ve got another mouth to feed!"

"Another mouth?!" Mira spun toward him, her eyes aflame. "This is my husband! He risked his life to find us!"

"Risked his life?" Jason scoffed, "He crashed a plane! What good is that to us?!"

"He came for us!" Nicole yelled, her voice shaking. "He didn’t have to do that!"

"Didn’t have to?" Lena retorted, "Oh, forgive me for not clapping! He showed up empty-handed! What good is sentiment when we’re starving?!"

"You ungrateful—" Mira began, but Jack lifted a hand, quieting her.

"They’re right," he stated, his voice subdued, gritty. "I didn’t bring supplies." He paused, his eyes roving the assembly. "But I did bring information." His face toughened. "And hope."

"Hope?!" Jason laughed, his tone scornful. "We need food, not hope!"

"The government thinks we’re dead," Megan declared, her voice icy. "So what good is hope?"

Jack faced her directly, resolute. "Because the rift opened once," he countered. "It can open again."

The clearing grew hushed.

"You mean..." Paul ventured, his tone uncertain.

Jack inclined his head. "There’s a chance." His voice rang clear. "A small one. But it’s there."

The group traded looks, their faces blending doubt with glimmers of optimism.

"Or we’re stuck here forever," Lena grumbled, her words acrid.

"Or we find a way to survive," Jack responded, his manner conclusive.

I rested against the tree, arms folded, entertained. "Well," I whispered, my voice soft, shadowy, "isn’t this just getting better?"

Angela smirked, her eyes sparkling. "Time travel, government conspiracies, and now hope?" she teased, "What’s next—aliens?"

Lisa laughed lightly, shaking her head. "At this point, I wouldn’t rule it out."

The survivors remained in awed quiet, the heaviness of Jack’s statement looming over them like a gathering tempest.

10,000 B.C.

No way home.

No help is coming.

And now?

They were truly, completely alone.

But hope—fragile, flickering—was there.

And I?

I was waiting to see who’d break first.