Yar

A black tinted SUV blocks my way into the forest. Two more SUVs pull up to either side, blocking any escape routes. My terribly uncomfortable dress and legs cut by branches make themselves felt. I almost fall, tripping over my own foot. God, why is this happening to me, why?! I just helped a wounded man, and he has been stalking me for months, considering me his own. My organs sink when a bulky figure steps out of the car and icy eyes pass over me. From head to toe, a cold gaze runs along my skin along with goosebumps, lingers on my legs, for a second his gaze softens.

"- Have you run enough, my little one? Good one." I freeze with horror, because I recognize that steel voice out of a thousand. His steps are slow, like a predator he approaches me, and I forget how to breathe.