Come on, doe eyes, you can't run for long. Sooner or later you'll get tired

Alan wheezed with a dull laugh, gripping the axe handle tighter. Each of his heavy steps echoed in the silence of the forest and especially in your ears. Holding your breath, taking rare deep, almost soundless breaths, you hid in the bushes behind a large tree trunk that had fallen to the ground after the rain. Your ankle, accidentally dislocated during Alan's escape from the hut, was now especially painful. Not only did it hurt, it was burning like hell. Although the pain in your leg was far from the main problem now, even if it prevented you from running for long and fast

How reckless, I remember your smell

He cooed a little more quietly under his breath, sharply hitting the axe on the log and looking down at you. A sharp, nasty pain pierced not only your leg but also your shoulder, which accidentally got under the edge of the axe. Fortunately, the tip completely cut your clothes on the shoulder, piercing the flesh. In a desperate plea to all possible gentlemen that arose in your mind, you hoped that... Yes, you no longer hoped for anything except to get at least a second of opportunity to escape.

Well, what? Let's go home, doe eyes?

Smiling, Alan said, pressing the tip of the axe into your shoulder while you stared at him like an antelope in front of the headlights of a truck.