He started towards her and she knew it. But she was too scared to move, and too mezmorized by his morbid beauty. Val prayed to God that he wasn't going to kill her or harm her in any way possible. Maybe if she ran, ran now, and she ran as fast as she can, she would be able to escape him.
Val closed her eyes and counted to three. And she darted in the direction of her house which was just over the hills. She stubled and fell, as she did before, now realizing her hands and knees were bleeding and the pain was was biting her as was the cold.
Val stopped at the top of the hill, searching for her breath. She looked around and the attractive men were nowhere in sight. Maybe she lost them.
Haunting thoughts spread throughout her mind. The man, the man that they killed, should she tell somebody? Should she tell them about the men gutting him and letting his organs and blood drop to the ground as they all laughed?
She started to gag, and cough, as if she was plagued by a cold or allergies.
Val had felt a sudden chill crawl up her spine. There was someone behind her.
Someone grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face them but all she could do was scream with her eyes shut and her feet clumsy.
She fell backwards, hitting her head on a rock, knocking herself unconscious.
to be continued...