Shallows breaths escaped a pair of cold, blue lips.
The more steps she took, the closer it got.
No matter how fast she ran the growling seemed to follow close behind.
Even when falling into a bed of thorns, she didn’t dare whimper.
Anything could give her away.
The drops of wine that seeped through her skin and nurtured the soil weren’t enough to make her move.
She stayed still.
At least for now.
As the beast approached, her heartbeat increased.
The scent of fear was thick in the air.
She did the only thing she could think of,
Closing her eyes, and holding her breath, she began to pray.
Little did she know, god couldn’t even save her.