Peering down at her form, her battered face, scraped knees, the array of colors that washed over her skin like a watercolor piece. How each of those splotches could be a hungry mouth. With her at this level, he can’t help but fawn. She looked so beautiful. Her perfect legs, her hair smelt of flowers. This one would be the one. For the life of him, he can’t seem to find a knife. Had he misplaced it?
She produces her own knife, his features light up. Was that for him? It was, just not in the way he’d hoped. She drove the blade into his side. Hulking forward with a wheezing grunt, managing to turn towards her just before receiving a swift kick to the stomach.
Falling backwards, he skids a couple of inches from the impact, thudding hard with a pained sound. His voice cracks as it squeals forth, reaching a hand out while the other rested at the blade that stuck straight out of him.
“No! Wait!! Come back!! I… Please…! Don’t leave me alone!“
It was terrifying the way he stared at her as if he wanted to swallow her whole. Scared beyond belief, she couldn’t outrun him. Screams weren’t loud enough to attract help. Too far away from anyone to find any mercy. She would have to fight to survive, but she wasn’t sure she would make it out of her alive.
The man was pushed away. Sparks didn’t hesitate for a moment to use that to her advantage. She moved away from him, still able to use her legs to run.Her blade had been rammed inside him. She wished she had time to pull it out and take it with her but she only had time to run.
Tears ran down her face as her worst fears came to life in front of her. Her footsteps echoed down the dark hallway. She felt bruises coming from all places. Cuts that bled every time her body bounced. She was weak and it was dark. She could only reply to his wails with a terrified sob that escaped her sweaty palm.
