A/N: I'm sorry.

Every fiber in me froze with fear. If it weren't for the blinding pain that was continuously raging on in my body, I would have whipped my head around to the sound.

Instead, I merely understood I didn't need, nor did I want to see him standing behind me in all his sick glory.

It would just confirm the fact that I was totally fucked.

It was just one of those pathetic moments of acceptance where I realized how horribly unlucky I was.

As if he was aware of my internal monologue, his low chuckle soon became a heartless laugh indicating he was well aware of how he cornered me in perfectly this time.

I was positively livid. I knew there was no point in wasting my energy by getting this upset, but frankly, I didn't give a fuck.

The pain was now beginning to fade into the crevices of my mind as my anger swept through me entirely causing me to see red.

With my mangled limbs I began to drag myself in the opposite direction of my enemy.

I couldn't exactly get up and run away, so this would have to do somehow.

The rain sure made everything extremely more difficult for I was struggling to gain any kind of grip in the mud I was crawling through.

I couldn't help but whimper when the muscles in my arms began to give out.

My hands were clawing vigorously into the soil as I tugged and pulled my body.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you're leaving already. We've come so far, stay for a bit." I could hear the smile in his voice, which made me try to get farther away from him.

"No really, I insist." With those words pain shot through me as his hand grasped my ankle with such force I could feel the bone shattering into pieces.

I screamed out in agony as he pulled me by the ankle, dragging me back to him.

"Enough!" The sound was so loud it echoed in my head. It took me a second too long to realize it was me who had uttered that word. Before I could try and read his reaction to my command, I was off the ground.

In a swift motion, I was flipped over onto my back. My head hit the ground hard, whipping my head to the side. As I stared on into the dark forest, my eyes must have been playing tricks on me for there was a bright light in the distance, seemingly dancing in between the trees. I couldn't understand what that meant but the light was nice. It was a source of hope in the midst of this dark moment, this last moment.

"You know this has been quite the entertainment I was hoping for," he said. I turned away from the mysterious light then, afraid that if he caught on how distracted I was, that he would try to gain my attention through an act of cruelty. The pain was all around me; I doubted I could take anymore.

"I must say, the whole fighting back thing makes it entirely more erotic for me. It's usually what I look for in a woman." He sneered. I didn't want to see the look on his face. It would only disgust me more and probably make me choke on my vomit.

All I could do was stare up at the sky as the rain continued to come down and drown me.

I began to cough violently. The rain was falling shamelessly down my throat while I tried to catch my breath.

When I tried sitting up, I was pushed back onto the ground by his foot against my throat.

"No. Stay still. You look better this way. Under me, that is." His voice was so charming, yet I could feel the sinister depths from which it came. He continued on as if he was unaware of my loud retching. So the choking to death begins.

"From the moment I saw you I knew I was in for something delightful." He said with a tone I couldn't decipher.

I didn't want to listen but he was already in my head. Mocking me, laughing at me, making me look weak and helpless.

Ever so gently, he knelt beside me and began caressing my neck as his eyes bore deep into my own.

This wasn't the first time I had come face to face with him and within such close proximity. And yet his face had once again blown me away by its fierceness.

If it weren't for all the cruel things I knew he was capable of, I could quite easily mistaken him for an angel. His face was something out of a fairy tale yet also, unnatural and unnerving.

It was possibly my subconscious, or hell, even my instinct, that told me that he was unworldly. Of course I did find out how genuinely disparate he was from me.

He was this wretchedly vicious stalking beast, and I was the sickeningly weak prey he could so easily take for his own.

Though no matter how foul and despicable I knew him to be, his voice was one of the gentlest sounds I've ever heard.

It was maddening to hear it for I knew the sinister meaning behind every word he spoke.

"I assume you can imagine how tedious it can be for me to easily obtain what I want."

Here we go again with his cunning little rants about how this is such an 'interesting' game we've got going here.

Lying here in the mud and rain, probably taking the last breaths of my short life, I had to endure this ridiculous monologue he was so determined to have.

If there were words I could come up with at that moment, they would definitely be in the form of desperate pleas for him to just kill me already or for him to simply shut up.

Though telling him to shut up wouldn't be the smartest idea. He'd probably see it as a way to further torture me for misbehaving.
And trust me, I just wanted the pain to end already. So instead of interrupting his rant, I turned my head away from him and stared on into the looming darkness.

I couldn't make out the lining of the trees. It was all just this mass of obscurity around me.

And then there it was again. But closer than before.
The light that I thought was merely in my head for being bashed so hard. Though it wasn't dancing along in the distance anymore. It was coming closer now, winding in and out of my view.

My breath caught. Someone was out there.

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