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The only thing I was I was conscious of was the ground sinking under my feet as I ran through the forest. Running was next to pointless; if he really wanted to catch me, he could, the only thing that made sense was this was his favorite game, chasing his prey, pretending like there was an actual chance they could get away. If he caught me right away, he’d feel no sense of accomplishment, no success.
My breath dragged past my lips in heavy, short gusts as I sped through the forest, avoiding branches and thorns. Still, my arms were covered in cuts. I winced as a sapling sliced through the skin of my forearm, the air burning it as it swelled around my open wound. I looked back, glancing momentarily over my shoulder. He was there, only about ten feet away, bands of muscles flexing and un-flexing in his bare chest as he bounded over logs and fallen branches like it was nothing at all.
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