He isn't stopping. He won't stop. You're out of breath from running as hard and fast as you can - but he refuses to break a sweat. Eventually, without warning, a loud crash is heard, and definitely felt in front of you. Caused by him. You fling backwards into his arms - though you definitely don't feel safe or protected. The opposite.

"I'm no good for ya, y'know that?"

He says sarcastically, acting as if you just gave up, as if he wasn't just murderously pursuing you right now.