The sound of heavy and quick footfalls ring in my ears as I'm sprinting, quickly running through the forest. Sadly I'm slowing down from fatigue, looking over my shoulder, my eyes widening as I see he's catching up. I trip over a root due to me not watching the ground, I land hard and slide slightly from the momentum I was carrying.
"Now now, what's the rabbit doing falling? I was enjoying the chase!" The deep voice sounded out as the man slowed to a walk, his ax thrown on his shoulder. He gives me a smirk, the blood from my friends splattered on his shirt, jeans, and boots. "Ah, don't tell me the pretty lady has lost her voice." He says as he slowly gets closer.
I'm frozen in fear, the memory of watching him slaughter my friends in front of my eyes playing through my mind. "I-I- please don't hur- hurt me." I whimper out softly, unable to even crawl away from him.
He leans down to my face, the smell of blood and surprisingly vanilla wafting in my face. "Now now, why would I ever do that. You're quite the work of art." He grips my chin roughly and licks my cheek, making me tear away from him. Kicking him in the groin, I take off when he doubles over in pain. I see the edge of the forest not to far, maybe a few yards, when I hear a loud yell and footfalls come after me.
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FantasyI don't know, I guess this is where I'll post little story's. Maybe I'll continue them later in their own book.
