(Author's Note: I'm sorry for the delay in getting this up. I've had a lot of personal problems lately in my life that have delayed me in getting the time to sit down and write. I hope you all enjoy, and as with all of my stories, all characters ARE 18 years of age or older.)
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Running as fast as she can with the leash dangling behind her, the fresh air hits her nostrils a she runs out of the house. Taking no time to bask in the warmth of the sun hitting her naked skin, the feeling of freedom, Angelique makes a beeline towards the woods by the house, knowing if she can make it there, it will be all over, the nightmare will be over.
With all the possible speed she could muster out of her legs, Angelique finally reaches the edge of the thick woods. Despite the pain in her shoulder from her hands still being cuffed behind her back, along with the shortness of breath from her flight from the mansion, she doesn't stop for a minute, pushing herself on through the pain, the thought of freedom and justice the driving force.
The soft mud squishes under her feet, rising between her toes as she trudges through the forest, her senses pealed for any sign of being chased. Breathing heavily with exhaustion, Angelique can't help but to think of being free from the nightmare. Deep down inside, she's jumping for joy, letting her sore and aching body carry her through the woods quickly.
After a few moments, sated with how far she's gotten in the woods, Angelique slowly moves to a large tree. Placing her body against the hard wood, the rough bark scraping against her back didn't faze her as she lets her body slide down the tree, leaning back against it to relax and catch her breath for a moment. Happiness is the only emotion running through her body. She even cracks a smile as she sits on the cool mossy ground in front of the tree.
She was free and there was nothing stopping her now.
Yet, all of her happiness and joy comes crashing down in an instant. The distant whining and roaring of motorized dirt bikes makes Angelique's hair stand on end with widen eyes as big as saucers.
Overcome with a variety of emotions, a real, raw, and unyielding fear grips her mind in a heartbeat. Panicking, Angelique's cuffed hands help her numb body up, pushing herself away from the tree as the whining of the motor bikes draws steadily closer. It's a harsh reminder that she was not safe yet.
Hurriedly Angelique runs away from the spot that had allowed her the brief luxury of relaxation, running further and deeper into the dark depths of the forest. Branches hanging from the trees scrape and cut into her skin as her feet, tired and worn out, carry her onward. Adrenaline and the warm feeling of freedom from the hellish nightmare are the only things driving her weakened famine-racked fragile body through the dense forest.
A sudden and close by whine of one of the bikes in the distance behind her makes Angelique jump in fear. In the back of her mind, she knows they're catching up to her, despite what her heart wants desperately to believe. Turning around quickly, her eyes scan the forest, desperately trying to find her chasers. There's nothing but trees and sunlight in her vision, with the humming of the motor bikes steadily drawing nearer and nearer to her with each passing second.
Spotting a hollowed out alcove in the base of a nearby tree, just large enough for one person, Angelique makes a beeline towards it, flinging her body into the small area and rolling around in the leaves, trying to cover her body from view. Lying as still as she ever has, Angelique quietly lays in the pile of leaves in the small alcove in the trunk of the large tree, waiting for the guards to come and go quickly, in the hopes of still being able to elude them and make it to the highway. Gently tears roll down her dirty face as Angelique wonders and questions whether she'll live to see the end of the day today.
The panic and fear in her body rises tenfold as the whining of a motor bike comes and stops only a few feet away from her little hiding spot. A man, dressed in all black, with a matching black motorcycle helmet and submachine gun hanging from a strap on his shoulder gets off of the motor bike only feet away from his prey. The rustling of leaves and sticks are the only sound in the woods as he walks around, scanning the woods around him.
Gruffly his hand plunges inside his black leather jacket, pulling out a walkie-talkie. In hushed, angry tones the man talks in an eastern European accent, arguing in a hushed voice with whoever was on the other end. His hands soon place the walkie-talkie back into his jacket, cursing under his breath in the foreign accent about being sent on a wild goose chase about the Boss's whore as he climbs onto his bike and again speeds off through the woods.
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For hours Angelique lies as still as possible in the dirt and leaves. The thought and dread of being caught by the heavily armed men grips her body, not making her want to move until nightfall. Adrenaline in her veins won't allow her the luxury of rest or napping as she lies there. Her mind keeps reminding her of the last time that happened, being snapped out of her relaxed state by the sound of the men on motor bikes.
Slowly the bright day turns to nightfall, fresh rain slowly fAngeliqueng through the trees. Welcoming the rain as a way of cleansing her body of the filth covering her, Angelique's eyes gradually tighten, knowing the time to move out is quickly approaching.
Angelique's weary and sore body slowly move a few minutes after the rain begins to fall. Her arms feel numb from being cuffed behind her back for so long, wishing they had taken them off before her flight from the nightmare. Peering around the trees, looking for any sign of anyone in the woods, the rain's soft tapping against the leaves prevent her from listening for the motor bikes as her feet slowly carry her away from the makeshift shelter.
Quietly with soft footsteps, Angelique walks through the woods. The mud squishes and molds her footprint as she slowly trudges through the woods. Her mind races with thoughts, hoping they would call off the search and give up looking for her in the woods. It seemed like forever to her since the eventful morning. As the skies darken, making the woods even more eerie than before, Angelique welcomes it, thankful for the extra protection from being seen.
Suddenly the muddy ground beneath Angelique's feet gives way. Trying not to scream or cry out in fear of being heard by the riding hunters, she slides down the muddy embankment quickly, landing in even more mud from the storm. 'Just great...' Angelique thinks to herself, her backside completely covered with mud and dirt.
The very first thing Angelique notices as her eyes reluctant open is how her surroundings have changed so dramatically. Before, even in the darkened woods, she could tell how thick it was in front of her. Now as she sits up in the mud bed, her heart leaps at the thought of open space. With new found energy Angelique rolls and struggles in the mud, trying to get up without the assistance of her bruised, sore, cuffed hands behind her wrists.
Timidly she walks forward, afraid that this is all just a trap. Torn between leaving the shrouding, dense woods, and entering the wide open clearing, Angelique takes a deep breath before taking the small steps forward.
