You are running through the woods, trying hard not to think about the looming presence chasing behind you. You think more about not fucking up, like tripping or twisting your ankle. The outcome would be very bad if that were to happen. You hear a low, masculine voice it sounds so close its eerie.
"You can only run for so long, and you may think you can hide, but no one ever escapes from the Mad King." He lets out cruel laugh as you feel a rush of wind on your back from his hand reaching out to grab you, missing.
You pick up the pace and let out an agonizing scream as your foot locks in a trap used for smaller animals, you quickly undo the trap and continue running but limping as well. You think to yourself that there's no possible way to escape from this mad man, but shake the thought quickly knowing that being negative wont help your situation. You think of your bed, the lush pillows and warm fleece blankets. You are filled with a burst of hope, but you are daydreaming so much of a brighter future, that you forget to pay attention to the ground, you trip over an old log and fly a few feet. You are determined to make it out alive, and begin to crawl and squirm, pulling yourself under an array of bushes.
You breathe, steadying yourself for your next move, but he sounds close. He has stopped running and it is almost quiet except for the slow crunch of twigs and leaves under his step. You put a hand over your mouth to stifle your panting.
"I know you're close by, I've been following your blood trail from my trap." He laughs again, clearly pleased with himself.
You cant see him, but you hear footsteps disappear and you remove yourself from underneath the bushes, releasing a sigh of relief. But it wasn't over yet, he didn't actually leave like you thought. He grabs for you and throws you over his shoulder like a feather, but you keep squirming, you are punching the air and screaming. He lets out a low, hearty laugh, truly satisfied with his prize before he hits you hard enough and all you see is darkness.