Check Mate

She was out there somewhere, moving through my territory, thinking she had escaped, believing she had succeeded in her mission. She had no idea that the net was already tightening around her, that resources beyond her comprehension were being mobilized, that her brief taste of freedom was about to end.

But she would learn. She would understand. And eventually, she would accept what I already knew with absolute certainty.

She belonged with me. And I always claimed what was mine.

The hunt had begun.

Run little Rabbit, Run...