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On with the fic!
She ran down the long hallway into a room she thought was the way out she turned the corner into the room and closed the door behind her hoping that'll keep the monster away. She put a chair by the door and jumped when she heard doors being kicked in, in the distance.
Wiping away the tears that blurred her vision, she quickly registered her surroundings instead of an exit she found herself in some type of storage room she heard noises closer and scurried under a table piled with boxes she pressed herself against the wall and felt there was a vent behind her. She made an attempt to open it when a noise at the door made her freeze on the spot.
The chair was kicked across the room from impact of the door, which in turn shattered a nearby glass case. She flinched slightly as she felt pieces of glass strewn around her. She struggled to steady her breathing as she watched the footsteps move closer knocking things over trying to find her. Looking at the door that was wide open, a thought came into her head.
She looked at the foot steps as they walked farther away from her hiding place she took a silent deep breath and made a sprint for the door cutting her hands on the glass and her foot hitting the vent at the same time. She was at the doorway when she felt a claw slash the left side of her face; she let out a cry of pain and stumbled onto the floor. The tall masked figure with one hand claw looked down at her evilly through silted eye slots, she tried to scramble away from him trying to ignore the searing pain in her face and the trickling blood. He kicked her mercilessly in the side causing her to topple over gasping for air.
He reached down and grabbed her by her blonde, blood stained hair and lifted her off her feet pinning her to the wall
"You really thought you could escape from me child?"
He laughed sending chills up her spine, as she tried kicking at him. She desperately tried again as he started to claw at her shirt trying to remove it, she succeeded in kicking him but it only made him angrier and he took his claws and shoved them through her right side, three inches from her navel. She screamed, he smirked and pulled his claw out of her horizontally to the right ripping her flesh. Dark spots appeared in her vision causing her to almost pass out from the pain. Weakly continuing trying to kick him, she felt blood slowly begin to rise in her throat and she struggled not to cough.
He threw her on the floor and she tried to crawl away slipping on her own blood and felt a kick to her injured side. She let out a cry of pain and started to feel tears roll down her cheeks stinging the gashes on her face. He went to her pushing her down onto the glass shards and turned her over. She weakly tried to struggle as he started to claw at her pants she frantically started to kick and swing randomly sometimes feeling a hit land. He hit her across the face as she continued swinging blindly; he then used a shred of her bloodied shirt to tie her arms to the leg of a nearby table.
The feeling of helplessness began to overcome her. Her strength was dissipating fast. Knowing exactly what he was trying to do, she whimpered as she heard her pants rip. She looked up and noticed the table had various metal poles then an idea came to her...
Is it obvious who these two people are?
So how was it good? Bad? Deserves to be thrown in the garbage then set on fire?
Next chapter should be up soon, if it's liked at all
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