I should have run faster, I should have listened to the voice in my head that was screaming to get away. I should have listened to my vision; I should have listened to my gut instinct. But I didn't I was so stupid. Why couldn't I out run him? How long was he going to do this to me? How much more of this could I possibly take? Mentally and physically. I begged, I screamed, I pleaded in my head and out loud to whatever God there was, to anyone to help me, to save me. Those pleas, so far had all been un-answered, and they would remain that way.
My lung burned, my legs ached and felt as if they'd give out at any moment. I was weak from blood loss, my blood sugar was surly low and I knew I was dehydrated. But I had to keep pushing, I had to keep running. I couldn't stop, I would not give in. I would not go down without a fight, even if I knew there was no hope for me.
"You'll never win this love, just give up now." His haunting voice echoed in my head.
"Get out, get out, get out!" I not only screamed in my mind but out loud. What a stupid, fatal mistake. I heard is mincing, sick, haunting laugh from all around me. My heart race sped up and I pushed myself faster. I begged and willed my legs to move faster and faster and-
But it was too late; he jumped ever so gracefully from a tree above landing flawlessly in front of me. I screamed staggering back, turning quickly to run the other way. He grabbed me before I could move a full inch. His icy grip clutching my upper arms with such force I heard two small cracks. I held back a pained scream; I would not give him the satisfaction of this. I refused to, and this only angered him more. His anger washed away quickly though. In it's place a sick and twisted look appeared and a glimmer of sadistic happiness shown in his bright crimson eyes.
"I am going to have so much fun with you little one." He said in a mockingly soothing voice. He brushed a strand of my fallen matted hair out of my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. His dark raven hair fell into his eyes as he leaned in to kiss my forehead. Then my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my lips, my chin, and my jaw. I struggled against his touch and grip, kicking, scratching, anything. Nothing worked and he slowly made his way down to my neck. I knew he wouldn't make whatever he was going to do quickly. This would last for hours, maybe even days.