Run

Run.

Don’t stop.

Come on keep going!

Try! Try and get away. NO don’t let the hope die. You can do this.

I feel my heart thumping and the sweat dripping down my neck. I felt the surge of adrenaline still rushing through my veins. I loved it. I loved the feeling. The feeling of something flowing through my veins. The high was euphoric. I felt only pleasure as I ran and ran only enjoying the thrill—the thrill of the chase. I couldn’t help it. I craved it. You thought I was submissive—innocent even. I mean I never gave you a reason to believe otherwise. Always being sweet and bashful never acting slutty or promiscuous but only loyal. Always obeying what you said and looking at you with only admiration. Complete and total submission.

Except now.

Now.

You were being chased.
Bleeding.

IN the woods all alone.

Hungry and naked.

But hey I loved it.

I couldn’t feel remorse. Trust me I tried. IT had been too long. Too long since I’ve chased. Hunted even. Now now don’t worry. Mother won’t be disappointed tonight.