Chapter 95 - SCURRYING HUMAN
My hands clutch the ground like claws, desperately searching for something, anything! I need to get up and get the hell out of this damn hellhole. The cold, nasty earth digs into my palms, but I don't care. My body is tense as a spring, full of fucking panic as my mind screams for a fucking escape from this nightmare.
But the wolf is too close, its hot, stinking breath filling my senses as I recoil, every fucking muscle tense with anticipation. It's as if time has stopped, suspended in the danger-laden air, and I'm trapped in this damned moment, not knowing whether to escape or face this beast once and for all.
Then, in a damn blink of an eye, the wolf transforms before my eyes, his form shifting to reveal Frank, his hate-filled gaze burning like hell itself. I can't just sit here, I must keep running! I jump to my feet grab my gun and run like hell in the opposite direction of Frank. "Damn sneaky human," Frank snarls angrily, his voice booming like thunder in the dark forest night.
Every step is a desperate struggle to keep my balance, my heart pounding against my chest with unbridled fury. The forest seems like a maze of obstacles, every branch and root conspiring against me in my attempt to escape. My feet pound the ground hard, the stinging agony of blisters and open wounds reminding me of each painful step. With each stride, the pulse of my heart echoes in my ears like a frantic drum, beating out the beat of my desperate escape. The sharp air fills my lungs as my breathing becomes ragged, agitated by the exertion and fear that propels me forward.
I can hear the rustle of broken branches behind me, the echo of my own footsteps mingling with the ominous sound of pursuit. I know Frank is behind me, stalking like a relentless shadow, and I cannot allow him to catch me again. Every fiber of my being is dedicated to one thing, escape at all costs.
Suddenly, a brutal tug on my hair jerks me out of my thoughts, causing a groan of pain to escape my lips. My body is pulled back with an unrelenting force, as if an invisible force has clung to me with ferocity. The pain spreads like lightning in my head, and my hands clutch desperately at the weapon I still hold, my last anchor of hope amidst the darkness that threatens to devour me.
Every fiber of my being struggles against the violent pull, my resistance fueled by the survival instinct that burns with a desperate intensity within me. Though my body shudders with pain and exhaustion, I refuse to surrender to the darkness that threatens to engulf me.
Frank pulls me with determination, his grip firm as a shackle dragging me toward my doom. Every step we take feels like a sentence, the path back to the cabin a march to perdition. The trees glide around me like specters, mute witnesses to my desperate struggle for freedom.
With each tug, fear intensifies, devouring any trace of hope left in my heart. The roar of the wind mingles with the frantic beating of my heart, a symphony of anguish filling the air. My eyes desperately search for a way out, but all I see is the darkness that surrounds me, closing in on me like a cold, silent tomb. Is this the end? Am I doomed to succumb in the clutches of this monster?
With a cry of rage and frustration, I release all my pent-up anger, hurling insults at Frank in the hope of breaking his resolve. But his hands remain firm, his grip like a relentless anvil keeping me trapped in his grip. Yet I cannot allow myself to give up, not when hope still burns within me like a small flame in the darkness.
Every insult that comes out of my mouth is like a small volley of fury released in the midst of despair. "You're a madman! A fucker!" I scream with all the force I can muster, my words coming out like sharp daggers in a desperate attempt to hurt him. But Frank remains unperturbed, his expression merciless and his eyes as cold as ice, as if he is completely immune to my words.
Every fiber of my being is suffused with fury and despair as I face Frank's menacing figure. His eyes glow with a cold and merciless malevolence, as if he enjoys my torment. My heart pounds, pumping adrenaline through my veins as my mind works at full speed, searching for a way out of this living nightmare.
I clench my fists tightly, feeling the pulsating energy of my determination fill every fiber of my being. With a desperate effort, I try to break free from its grip, fighting with all my might against its hold on me. "Let me go, damn you!" my voice rings out with a barely perceptible tremor, but charged with an unwavering firmness. My eyes flash with a mixture of fear and determination, daring Frank to release me and allow me to escape his macabre hold.
A growl reverberates through the trees with a force that seems to shake the entire forest, like a menacing echo that makes my skin bristle with anticipation. A shiver runs down my spine, whispering a grim foreboding that leaves me frozen in terror. My ears ring with the echo of that savage sound, as a sense of impending danger grips me.
Frank curses furiously, his voice laden with anger as he drags me even more swiftly toward the cabin. I feel the rough tug on my hair, as if each strand is being violently yanked out amidst the darkness enveloping us. A nervous tremor runs through my body as he releases me and I am thrown to the ground with a thud, the pain reverberating in every fiber of my being.
My eyes frantically search the darkness, trying to discern any shape in the shadows. Is it Genrant, has he come for me?