Glimpse

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The empty road stretched ahead, swallowed by darkness, the only sound of the hollow whistle of the wind and the faint echo of footsteps. The chill in the air seeped into her bones, and as the footsteps drew closer, her body froze. She quickly hid behind a large tree, her breath shallow, her heart pounding in her chest.

After a tense few minutes, the footsteps faded, easing some of the terror gripping her. She felt a small surge of relief, but the oppressive darkness still filled her with unease. Gathering her courage, she decided to look for a safer place to shelter for the night.

Just as she took a step forward, she felt a presence behind her. Before she could react, a deep, husky voice breathed into her ear, “Were you waiting for me, sweetheart?”

A shiver ran down her spine as her body betrayed her, limbs turning to stone. She struggled to move, to run, but it was too late. Two powerful arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into a solid chest, and a heavy fog of drowsiness began to consume her senses.

As she drifted into unconsciousness, the last words that reached her ears were a chilling whisper: “You can’t escape this devil, sweetheart.”

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