You run. Feeling the brush of the wind on your face, whipping your skirt around your feet.
The tears fall, wetting your cheeks and falling uncaring into the ground.
'Run -faster.'
Your heart struggles with what your mind commands and what you know your body is capable of doing.
'Faster.'
It's the only word flashing though your mind. The only thing you can think.
'Faster- Get away.'
A scream echoes across the fog as you trip, falling and hitting the ground hard. Something hot makes you look down to notice blood, running from your shoulder to your wrist. Sobbing you get up and push on. With the fog you can barely see, your vision now starts to spin and you can hear behind you-
hear him.
All you can do is run and pray to whoever is listening that you can make it out alive.
The lies about sacred ground are bullshit.
Nothing works on him. Not crosses, holy water, garlic, not even running rivers.
He traps you, makes you feel beautiful and alive. Full of fire hot need, a need so great when he hands cup your breasts your heart stops beating. When he pushes inside you he makes you shatter; a lure of love and lust, passion and freedom. Drawn so close to his arms you can't even think, it pulls you even as you run. But the fact that you want to live is far more important than knowing you'll never feel his cock again.
'Faster, faster....'
You miss a step, don't see the hill- and plummet.
Rolling faster and faster no breath left to scream just sobs racking your body. You hit a wall, solid and warm. He's caught you and you can do nothing but try to understand.
You want to beg, want to scream but the arms feel so good against your body, soft silk against a hot surface. Flinching away you feel your body now, hurting in places, battered and bloody.
"Mi amour..." He whispers. Whispers into your heart, your mind your soul.
And you are lost.
"Please" your voice horse, throat almost too dry. You beg, "Please-"
Soft laughter meets your whispered words. You can feel the heat of his body; the satin of his cloak, as the wind screams in your ear you leave the woods and are laid on something soft, cool.