She needed to calm down; slow her breathing. She had run too far, too long. But she couldn’t let him catch her. And she didn’t want to find out what would happen if he did.
A giggle echoes through the woods. Maniacal and foreboding. He was getting closer.
She pushed herself off the tree she was using as support and trudged on. It was getting harder and harder to dodge the obstacles at her feet as the sun was setting ever lower in the sky.
A cramp rips through her stomach and she moans. She didn’t know how much more she was going to be able to do.
Then it hit her. A cramp so painful, she stumbles. She lay on the leaf-strewn forest floor, listening. The delirious laugher catches up fast and falls upon her.
He presses against her, giggling. He licks his lips letting his tongue search for her, growing longer.
He pinches her, forcing her to gasp. His tongue needs no invitation.
She gasps for breath, choking, as the creatures new appendage searches for the new life growing inside her.