"Come out, come out, wherever you are, little mouse~"

You could basically hear him purr the words, he enjoyed this. Goddamnit he was fucking enjoying this. Of course he was. You had just booted the bastard in the jaw, making a break for it, and he looked like he took a snorted a bag of cocaine at the mere fact that you kicked him. Hurt him. He reveled in the pain—or maybe it was the thought of what he would do to you later. After all, bad girls got punished. You put a hand over your mouth trying to soften your breathing as much as you could. You couldn't afford to let him catch you. God knows what he would do to you then.