Smells of the country wafted threw the air, filling her lung with its pungent sweet smell. She licked her lips, making them moist once more. The bare toes of her feet cracked against the black tar, ripped jeans soaked in spots of blood clung to long legs that if weren’t covered would show a light summer tan.
Her hair was once tied in a tight ponytail, now blew in the oncoming wind she made as she pushed faster. A white tank top stain in his blood started to smell of decay, it twisted her stomach into a knot. Sounds of sirens filled the night sky, her heart leapt back into her throat once more. Breath lightly fogged reminding her winter was soon approaching.
Their singing screams grew closer, even with her pace she wasn’t going to make it. Tears started to form at the thought of being brought back to that house, the house of pain, torment and her cursed life. All brought down by one man. One man with enough power to kill her and get away without a scratch, he had so many powerful men in the palm of his hand it was sickening.