Deadly
She ran, breathing hard until air was like poison. Namine could taste red on her tongue, and it was so revolting. The space around her grow smaller and smaller until it felt like but on small path of blackness. And the ground at her feet, she could feel it quaking at the monster's erratic chase.
Ryo was down on all fours and his limbs seemed to sprout like trees. The sound of his hungry breaths made hers short. This was worse than the nightmares.
"I WILL EAT YOU, EAT YOU, EAT YOU!"
The world cracked at his claws and his cries. Namine was aflame, it felt. How was this happening? She was a pretty, well loved, red-headed girl with sun-kissed skin. Bad things didn't happen to beautiful girls, Namine thought.
Pretty little Namine's knees gave way, gave her to the beast, gave her to a grim fate. His rusty razor teeth grinded gleefully and his eyes, practically pouring red, gazed at her tiny little body. Namine's chest felt compressed, her heart beating from the other side. She wanted to cry out. She wanted to black out.
"You look good enough to EAT!" he grinned, tracing his tongue over his teeth, his dirty claws reaching for his prize. his touch was violating and cold. Timid Namine wriggled and squirmed, her stomach queezy and her skin clammy. She hated his touch. She hated his closeness, and she hated his mask.
His jaw opened wide and she hoped he would take her in one gulp. The smell on his breath, fouler than any stench the girl could contemplate. It was nearly as violating as his touch. She wanted so badly to crawl out of her skin, shed it all off and fly far, far away from there. His limbs wrapped around her like a straight jacket, pressing her against him, crushing her ribs, suffocating her. There would be no flying far, far away.
Kairi shut her eyes tight. She drown herself in her tears, in the water from his salivating saw-jaw. The razors cut her skin, made red stain on her frilly white dress, drip from her lips, drip to her toes at the tips.
But soon the jacket loosed its grip and the razors felt comforting. Not razors at all, actually.
She opened her eyes, blurred from the water, stressing to see if it could be her Ryo. His lips where glossed in the red and his lashes were dripping wet.
Sobs. Shaking. That's all they could manage.