The sound of branches snapping echoed behind you as you found sanctuary in an old abandoned church.

You hid away in a confessional, trying to muffle the sound of your tears and breathing.

"There's nowhere to hide, querida,"

Your heart skipped a beat at his voice, a low purr.

Javier walked into the church, knife in hand. A sick smirk plastered on his face, a twisted look in his eyes.

"I will find you, don't you know that I am absolutely and hopelessly devoted to you, my goddess?"