BROKEN VOWS

Chapter Ten(What's that smell?)part 2

Rainbow's POV.

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I'm consumed by a singular, terrifying thought: I'm going to die. Will Ben finally find happiness when he learns of my demise? The question haunts me as I unleash a blood-curdling scream:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Presently...

My screams pierce the air, a desperate attempt to shatter the suffocating fear that grips me. I frantically try to put distance between myself and Hunter, but he relentlessly closes in. His hammer-wielding hand waves wildly, as if beckoning me to freeze, while he mutters unintelligible words.

My screams were a cacophony of terror, a raw, anguished wail that shredded the air. I scrambled towards every exit, my feet pounding the floor in a frantic bid for freedom, but Hunter was always one step ahead, his presence a suffocating shroud that wrapped around me, squeezing the breath from my lungs. His lips moved, but his words were lost on me, drowned out by the deafening drumbeat of my fear, my gaze fixed on the hammer clutched in his hand like a deadly promise.

Time lost all meaning as we engaged in this twisted, nightmarish dance. My legs trembled beneath me, my breath came in ragged gasps, and my heart threatened to burst free from my chest. Exhaustion eventually took its toll, and I collapsed to my knees, my body wracked with sobs, my spirit crushed by the weight of my own mortality. In a desperate, last-ditch bid for protection, I raised the object I'd grabbed earlier, its contours unfamiliar in my trembling hand, a pathetic shield against the horrors that awaited me. But even this makeshift barrier offered little comfort, as Hunter continued his relentless, slow-motion approach, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity.

Without warning, my body betrayed me, succumbing to violent tremors that racked my frame. I was a leaf in a hurricane, shaken to my core. Great, just great! At this rate, I'd succumb to shock before Hunter even had the chance to deliver the final blow. The irony was cruel.

My shaking grew more pronounced, my limbs convulsing in a maddening rhythm. I felt my vision begin to blur, my consciousness teetering on the brink of collapse. I was a hair's breadth away from passing out, my body overwhelmed by the sheer terror that gripped me.

Too late, I realized I was hyperventilating, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. My mind recoiled in disgust at my own frailty. How pathetic, indeed! I was a fragile, quivering mess, utterly at the mercy of the monster looming before me.

As I cowered before Hunter, I realized that the terror gripping me surpassed anything I'd endured at Ben's brutal hands. The countless beatings, the relentless pain, the desperation that had driven me to wish for death's release – all of it paled in comparison to the sheer, primal fear that now consumed me.

In those moments, I grasped a profound truth: my past longing for death hadn't been a desire for oblivion, but a desperate cry for escape from the unending agony. Now, faced with the very real possibility of my own mortality, I clamored for life. The irony was staggering.

As I rocked back and forth, my hills trembling with each muttered plea, my voice cracked with desperation: "Please don't kill me...please don't kill me..." The words became a haunting refrain, a futile attempt to appease the monster looming over me.

As my thoughts spiraled out of control, my lungs constricted, refusing to draw in air. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, my chest tightening with each panicked breath. Hunter's expression transformed from curiosity to alarm as he stared at me, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that bordered on desperation. His gaze was a lifeline, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume me.