Animalistic Desires 2

TSH Part 5

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Cora kept running through the forest, there just had to be a way out of there. Her heart was pounding, worried that Pan was going to catch up to her. She had kicked him in the balls as hard as she could, and was worried about what he might do if he found her.

Is he going to rape me, is he going to kill me, or both? She wondered. The forest was thick, and full of lush green trees. But it was like running through a maze. Every path she took, kept leading her back to what seemed to be the same spot. It felt as though she had been running for hours, maybe even days.

But then again, why was she even running?  For all she knew, he could have been telling her the truth. Maybe they were actually engaged, and she agreed to be with him willingly. But it was as if deep down inside, she knew that wasn't true.

If only she could remember who she actually was. How was it even possible that she couldn't even remember her own past?  Yet, she could remember the world itself. She was afraid—afraid that she would never know who she truly was, or who she actually is.

Exhausted from running, Cora dropped to her knees. What was she going to do, how was she going to get away? Suffering from both physical, and emotional exhaustion, she began to cry. At that moment she hated herself—hated herself for being weak. 

"Cora!" She heard Pan yelling. He was coming for her, there wasn't much time—she had to move quickly. Still tired from all of the running, she reluctantly forced herself to stand up. Her body was weary, but she was determined to not let him catch her. With what little strength she had, she took off running.

Pan kept calling her name, as she kept on running. She had absolutely no idea what she was doing, or where she was even headed. All of a sudden, she felt something wrap around her ankle. Before she even had a chance to react, Cora fell face first to the ground.

With what little strength she had, she quickly rolled over on her back. Some sort of vine was wrapped around her right leg. As she sat up, she tried to untangle the vine that held her prisoner.  But when she started to try to unravel it, another vine came out of nowhere, and wrapped around her left wrist.

What the hell?  She thought. It was at that moment when another vine wrapped around her right wrist. Cora struggled against their hold, as she began to panic. Her breathing increased, as she started trembling.

"No!" She cried. "Let me go!"

"Now you know that I have no intention of doing that." She heard Pan declare, as she looked up at Pan as he had his arms folded—staring at her. To her dismay, he also had a wicked smile upon his face. She was angry, and terrified at the same time. More than anything, she wanted to smack the smug look right off of his face.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Cora cried.

"As I told you before, my pretty little mortal—I have bestowed a great honor upon you." He replied. "I have chosen you to be my forest queen."

"Please just let me go!" She begged. Pan then leaned down, and cupped her chin.

"And if I do, where will you go?" He asked. "You have no memories. You have no past. Perhaps you remember the mortal world, but you do not remember your place in it. I am the only person you actually know."

Pan then looked up towards the sky. "Release her!" He ordered. All of a sudden the vines began to unravel around her wrists, and her ankle. Pan then leaned in, as it looked as though he was going to pick her up off of the ground. Frightened, she jerked away as he tried to scoop her up into his arms.

What the hell?  Cora wondered. Did he just give a command to the vines, and they actually followed his orders?

"Don't be ridiculous." Pan sighed. "You're tired, and we both know that you will not be able to get away from me, no matter how hard you try. This forest is my domain and my kingdom. Besides, you are too tired to run from me. Why don't we get you someplace comfortable. Then after you get some much needed rest, if you are so hellbent on running away from me—you can try again after a good night's sleep."