The sadistic curse was toying with you, treating you as a mere character in his twisted game. His eyes glinted with malice as he leaned against a tree, counting the seconds with a perverse delight.

“You have five minutes,” he had said, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Five minutes to earn your freedom back.”

Five minutes.

It felt like an eternity and a heartbeat at the same time. The rules were simple, yet the stakes were unimaginably high. If he caught you, you would become his pawn, his plaything, doomed to endure his sadistic desires until the day he decided to end your suffering with his own hands.

The forest was a maze of shadows and threats, each tree a potential hiding spot and each rustle of leaves a potential give away. Your rabid breathing echoed in your ears, mingling with the frantic thumping of your heart. Footsteps pounded against the uneven ground, each stride a desperate attempt to get away from the monster hunting you.

“Ready or not, here I come..”