The asshole got you before you got to the hatch. Your hands had left a trail of scratches on the ground as he yanked your ankles, dragging you away from your only ticket of escape from this trial.

The Wreckers Yard. With tall weed stems and scrapped pieces and bits of iron and vehicles it wasn't such a pleasant place.

"Stop!" You shout fiercely, kicking your feet and trying to keep yourself from being dragged away from the hatch. You could still see it, though far enough that you couldn't reach it. He stopped dragging you away, a knee slamming against your back when you tried to get up from the ground. It drew out a low groan of pain and anger from you.

There's a lot of things he could do. You're the last one after all. The Entity would get a bit too satisfied if he hangs you on the sacrifice hook. Plus he had a lot of time to enjoy your obvious struggle to get him off. You both were panting after the chase and your heartbeat reached his ears loud and clear. You're lucky you're one of his personal favorites.

"Stop wiggling like a worm, sweets." His voice pierced through the sound of unfinished generators groaning nearby and the faint cawing of crows.

"You’re not getting out of this one." He taunts, clicking his tongue with feigned disappointment.