Disclaimer: Hi! This is WildPixieChild with another of my insane ideas… This story will be a mixture of Beauty and the Beast and the White Bear. I don't own those stories, but I own this one! Right now I'm having authors block on Snow Queen, and I decided to take a break and write another thing in between! R&R.
Any minute he would get in.
She would be forced to give her virtue if she did not get out.
He was pounding, pounding on the door.
She hurried, throwing clothes and other junk in a small bag. She would be safer getting out through the back door.
The bolts would not last much longer.
She flew out the back door, bag in hand, only to hear the front door being shattered open.
She ran for her freedom, for mercy, for anything except him. He was right behind her, only a few more feet and she would be dead.
She saw the woods up ahead, the woods only she trusted. She could loose him in the woods. She sprinted faster until she reached the edge of the woods, where she dodged the trees and jumped over roots and rocks.
"Ruth! You little slut! Where the fuck are you!" Screamed her uncle, the one person who was supposed to protect her. The only one left after her parents died.
She ran, hearing his heavy breathing, knowing he couldn't hold out much longer.
She heard him trip over a rock, and land heavily on the ground.
She did not stop her running. He could be tricking her, like he usually was. He was a lie. His love was a lie.
She found the spot she had been searching for.
It was a tall tree, with easy branches to grab a hold of and climb to the higher branches. She launched herself in this tree, bag in tow, until she had reached high enough where her uncle couldn't spot her but she could see where he was.
Her uncle was now walking blindly through the path she had made, one hand over a blood encrusted eye.
He was panting, and he looked very angry.
And he had no chance against the lone wolf that had been hungry for anything with blood to walk by.
Ruth witnessed her uncle's demise, and waited until the very happy wolf had dragged off his prey before she continued. She had never been this far in the woods, but she did have survival skills.
She began her descent down, only to misjudge the hold of a branch. It snapped, she lost her footing, and fell six feet, where her head hit a rock and she was knocked unconscious.