The Fire-Witch hissed and jabbered. The Circus Master bellowed. Thunderous boom rumbling like a lion's roar -- shaking the forest air. Sophie careered headlong down the slope, chasing after her own feet as they plunged off into the darkness. Stumbling before the road and sprawling across the concrete. Hands and knees banging and grazing, but she twisted into a roll to keep the momentum flying forwards. A glimpse of the Circus Master's monstrous figure silhouetted against the fiery glow on the crest of the slope. His hat had come off and twists of dark hair spiked out like horns over his head. He was coming after her!
She dashed through the camp. Her panic hurdling as a lioness burst out of the marquee doorway and sprinted towards her. Sophie veered hard right, but the predator was closing to intercept. Prey bracing for the pounce, but the lioness' leash-chain pulled taut just out of range. A flail of claws slashing across Sophie's shoulder, nearly getting hold of her billowing jacket, but she dodged clear and kept running. Hurtling back into the woods, towards the distant festival.
Brambles scratching forearms like grasping claws, but she tore through their clutches. Low body moving at speed, ducking under the grab of the thorny branches. Undergrowth and scrubs coming thick and fast, out of the night. Arms fending them away from the face, but a swishing lash of thin wood across the cheek. Ignoring the attacks and accelerating to top speed. All her blood burning in the adrenaline of the chase. The wild excitement of running and being pursued. The clutch of primal fear! No need to look back: can feel his timeless presence behind... pursuing... catching up... drawing closer... ever closer.
She knew she needed to run faster, but was already pumping full-tilt and there was nothing more to give. Everything was pitch black and the darkness threw things in her face as it zipped past. The ground undulating maliciously. Her foot dropping down a small crevice felt like falling off a cliff. Tumbling forward into the dirt, but rolling with it. Glancing a flash of darkness moving in the darkness behind. Could smell the scent of blood in his nostrils. Her hands and feet pushing off the soil as she scrabbled up and bounded on.
Not sure whether she was still heading towards the festival -- running blind through the night with wild abandon. Undergrowth crackling underfoot as she belted along. Could feel him gaining on her, though -- sense his presence drawing around hers. Don't look back! Could see him clearly in her imagination anyway. Propelling along on his powerful legs, abs clenching, muscles cranking, chest pumping. Terrifying mask of a face flying in front, black-magic eyes fixed on the desperate, little creature scurrying before him. Their auras merging together in the darkness, hearts beating as one. The wild flow of life. The electricity of fear. His magical gravity warping the space and time around her, pulling her back to him.
He whispered a spell and a tree thrust out its root to trip her. She flew through the air and rolled down a slope. An angry sizzle of nettles stinging all around her legs, tumbling body splashing into a shallow stream. Stones and cold water spiking and shocking her bottom half. She struggled to her feet and scrambled up the slope. He burst from the night to leap over the stream in one long bound. Ghoulish white jaw flashing out of the darkness a couple of meters to Sophie's left. She twisted her body and veered away, but could feel his pounce gliding through the air behind.
His arms catching around her waist and thighs... and bringing her down. Body slamming onto the dirt, elbow pick-axing the ground, soil billowing up into her mouth and nose. And the feel of his teeth sinking into her flank, biting through dress and panties and into the buttock, clenching hard. Prey screaming wild in the sharp, shooting pain. His incisors releasing grip as a strong hand grabs the top of her panties and rips downwards. Tearing them away, and scuffing her dress, to leave her bare behind waggling.
She thrusts a hip forward, but his teeth coming down again: biting into her ass like a juicy slab of meat. Squealing, wriggling and squirming... a roll of her twisting flesh clamped in his jaws. Digging nails into the dirt to claw away... and him just letting her go. Sprawling and falling upwards in her desperation to escape. Finding her feet, but panties twisting around the ankles like manacles and tripping her to tumble forwards. Flashes of muscular body looming over as she rolls.
