I was running from the dogs they had released, panting frantically as I gained more distance. However, my body continued to be racked with pain and exhaustion, causing me to get klutzy and fall a few times. The night time lights didn't help as I ran, giving away my position more than once.
Seeing an empty alley way, well, besides the trash, I jumped into the shadows and waited for the dogs to pass me, holding my breath as the ran past me. Once they were out of my sight, I sighed and panted once more, my body feeling like it was burning in hell. I curled up against the wall near me, slowly sliding to the floor and crying as the pain got progressively worse.
Suddenly, I felt some hands grabs me rather forcefully, yanking me to my feet and threw my back against the wall, causing me to cry out in pain with my raspy voice. "Hey there, pretty thing," a manly voice said to me, still gripping my arms rather tight. I gave the man a terrified look with my eyes, but the rest of my face was twisted with anger. "Let's have a little bit of fun, shall we," he asked as he used one of his hands to grip both of my wrists over my head. I tried to move and resist, but he kept his grip rather strong. "It's a shame that you're damaged... You would have been so much prettier," he said as his other hand traveled along my disgusting, lab-rat clothes, feeling my body through the fabric. I was blushing a little bit, not liking the situation I was in AT ALL.
So I tried to scream, but what I did was totally different. I felt something like no other, like I was upchucking flames. Then I heard a scream that wasn't my own, and I felt my wrists go free. I fell to the ground, grunting in pain as my throat burned. I looked to the continuing scream and I couldn't believe my eyes; the man that tried to sexually assault me was on FIRE. I couldn't believe it, even though I could see it. I watched as his body slowly became ashes, a small flame still keeping them burning. I hesitantly put my hand to my mouth and sat there in shock.
'Oh no... What have I done,' I thought as tears brimmed my eyes and blurred my vision. Kneeling over, I cried into my hands. I regretted killing him, but at the same time, I didn't. I watched as the ashes blew away, my eyes bloodshot from my tears. I eventually got up and started on my way again, not wanting a single soul to see me.
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Action26 year old Primrose Hawthorn has lived through 10 years of hell, and has only a few things on her mind; One, and her most important, not getting caught by the government who kidnapped her in the first place. And two, surviving on her own. She disco...
