Running restlessly, you don’t know where.. or how far.. but you just needed to get away from your drunken husband.

Tears streaming down your cheeks without a break.. blood pouring out of your wounds as the rain fell mercilessly, you ran and ran.. until an exposed tree root tripped you, slamming you down violently onto the ground. Covered in mud, leaves, and blood.. you heard footsteps behind you.

Panicked by the footsteps, you painfully push yourself up as quickly as you can, before you realize your dress had gotten caught on the root.. stumping your attempt to flee.

“Don’t run away from me love. I’m only having fun.” Your husband said.. chasing after you, his words slurred from alcohol.

Tugging on your dress you finally rip it so your not hung anymore.. continuing her escape, she finds this hidden hatch.. desperate, she pries it open before climbing inside, closing the door behind her. She walked further inside.. before pausing as she felt a gun pressed to her head,

“Who are you?” A male voice said.. his voice deep and calm.