The damned

Prologue

I can tell that my lungs want to give up. They want to fail me but I'm not having that. So I will my legs to keep moving and take shallow breaths as I run for my life.
In this moment I wish I'd done more running on the weekends as I'd promised myself I'd do but never did.
Maybe then my lungs would be able to meet the high demand for oxygen they're going through right now.
I feel something grab at my legs. I scream as loud as I can but I know it's pointless because no one can hear me and no one would care if they did.
Both my legs are pulled and I face pummel onto the hard ground with a thud.
The pain is intense and immediate but before I can feel for any broken bones I feel sharp teeth bite into my calf.
I scream.
The pain is unbearable. I can feel my skin ripping as the claws and teeth dig deep and tear into my flesh.
I can't move and then I feel something move swiftly and I feel my muscles being torn.
I try to get myself up so I could give running another try but as I try to wiggle myself up the beasts seem to multiply. I'm totally surrounded. I pray that this would be over soon.
My flesh is being torn apart and I can feel every bite and tear. I feel light headed from all the blood loss and I can barely scream anymore.
Suddenly I hear a voice in my head smooth and addictive "I can help you make the pain go away. Do you want the pain gone?"
Not knowing if I was hallucinating I faintly reply, "H...how can you do that?"
"All you have to do is say 'yes' and the pain will be gone and you'll live"
I wanted it all to stop, I couldn't stand it anymore so I said it.
I said "Yes".
I shouldn't have. It would have been better if I'd died, if those damned hellhounds had eaten my flesh and sent my soul to hell.