(The dense forest behind the mansion. Evelyn’s lungs burn as she runs, branches scratching her skin. The moon barely lights her way, but she doesn’t stop.She can’t.)
(Behind her—footsteps. Heavy. Gaining on her.)
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
Voice cutting through the night) Run, baby. Make it fun for me.
(A shiver races down her spine. He isn’t chasing her in anger. He’s enjoying this.)
(She doesn’t answer.She just runs faster.But then—a trap. A hand. A grip. A yank.And suddenly, she’s falling—pulled down into the mud, her body slamming into his.)
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