With every beat of your heart he was getting closer to your hiding spot—foolishly you thought that you escaped his grasp, how wrong you were.

dull blue wide eyes stared at you through the crack of the closet door before he snickered and opened the closet—he immideately grabbed you by your ankles, his grip threatening to break them if you make one wrong move.

“oh comrade...were you thinking of running away from me?”