I gradually opened my eyes, adjusting to my surroundings when I heard a soft thud. Turning my head toward the noise, I noticed that the door was closed.
It appeared that I was alone. My stomach and face throbbed with pain as I slowly sat up, realizing that my bra had been cut, leaving my breasts exposed.
"What the hell?!" I shouted, wincing as I looked at my stomach and saw my deep cuts, which were stitched but not properly.
"This thread is for sewing! Who did this to my wounds?!" My mind struggled to comprehend the bizarre and alarming situation. But I took a breath; at least the cuts were closed.
I thought sarcastically that I might as well say 'hi' to myself if I ended up with an infection.
Nearby, on a table by my bed, was a basin with a wet towel and my first aid kit opened. It seemed that whoever had helped me mistook sewing thread for something medical. I regretted not returning the surgical thread to the kit. Damn it.
But I couldn't help but wonder who had saved me. A chill ran down my spine as I considered the possibility that it might have been the killer. There was no way; he'd hit me hard enough to knock me out.
Sighing, I cupped my cheeks in my hands but then paused, feeling something odd on my face. It felt warm and unfamiliar.
As I wiped it away with my fingers, horror and disbelief filled me. My skin drained of color.
"What the hell..." I murmured breathlessly.
Someone had come on my face. And I knew exactly who it was.
The killer. The man in the fox mask.
I clenched my teeth, fury swelling inside me. "That bastard..." I muttered in disgust.
If only I could confront him, stab him, slice his throat, and post it online—I would feel so much better.
But I couldn't. I was too weak.
While I despised feeling this rage in my vulnerable state, I resolved to take a shower. Slowly, I got up and made my way downstairs to the bathroom. Each step was a struggle, and I limped as the stitches in my abdomen pulled painfully. That killer was truly insane.
If I told him he was a lunatic, I knew he'd just laugh, making me feel even more powerless.
I hated him. I loathed him.
I wished he'd suffer in hell.
I undressed and turned on the shower, letting the water flow over my bare body. Little did I know, my life was about to take another disastrous turn.
Time seemed to fly; everything was fine until he showed up and exposed himself. Now, he was telling me to run, warning that if he caught me, he would mark me again, just like before. I couldn't predict where he would leave his next mark.
But I had to escape.
I stumbled out of the bathroom, the towel around me slipping to the floor, but I didn't have time to worry about that.
Running naked, I lost my footing on the stairs, my weak body unable to handle the movement.
"Ugh!" I groaned as I rolled down the stairs, feeling the stitches on my stomach slightly parting. Damn it.
He approached the bathroom door and paused, smirking down at me.
"Careful there, Little flower," he said, then walked downstairs. Each of his steps added to the petrification in my body. I was terrified—truly terrified.
I gradually rose to my feet, but my body trembled uncontrollably as I kept losing my balance and crashing face-first onto the floor. "Oh? Feeling scared, are we?" he inquired, a sinister glint sparkling in his eyes. "How adorable. But don't fret, Little Flower. I'll take my time, allowing you to stand up and escape again." He let out a low chuckle and paused in his tracks, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed.
This scoundrel was watching me as if I were a performer in a comedy show, clearly entertained. Damn you, killer. Damn you.
I persisted in trying to regain my footing. Come on, body! Stand up! After numerous attempts, I finally managed to get upright, and I could hear him clapping mockingly. I shot him a fierce glare, a mix of fear and anger churning within me.
"Well done, Little Flower. Now, run."
Without uttering a word, I took off, sprinting away from him. Every part of me ached, and the pain in my sprained ankle throbbed intensely. I could feel warm blood trickling down my stomach from my cuts, which he didn't care to tend to.
Once I finally escaped the house, I glanced around the neighborhood. Great. Ever since the Dranchez family died, everyone kept their homes tightly shut for fear of safety. What should I do? I have no desire to return to the woods; that place is a living nightmare for me.
But even if I headed to the residential area, I knew that if I shouted for help, no one would come to my aid. They were too frightened. Frightened of their own demise.
So...
I ran back into the woods.
And I could hear his laughter trailing behind me, filled with amusement.
"Oh, does this scene feel familiar, Little Flower?" he called out in a mocking yet cheerful tone as he kicked a rock aside and drew nearer, while I desperately fled from him.
"I missed this place; it brings back memories of when it all unfolded," he chuckled darkly.
I remained silent, focused on my flight. I wouldn't let his taunts provoke me, even though he was really getting under my skin. My priority was to keep moving.
As I ran, I shoved branches aside that scraped my arms and shoulders.
"Ouch," I muttered, feeling my legs tremble as if they would give out beneath me. I feared I would stumble again.
The cuts on my stomach pulsed with pain, and with every frantic movement, they opened wider, the threads loosening.
Damn it.
I need to find a place to hide!
Think, Rashie! Think!
"Little Flower, when are you going to stop running?" he teased. "You must be exhausted by now. Take a break. I can give you a few minutes or even hours—your choice." But I knew better; he only enjoyed toying with me, which was incredibly frustrating.
Noticing my silence throughout the chase piqued his curiosity, but I kept my focus on escape. "What's the matter, Little Flower? Cat got your tongue?" he asked with a playful smirk.
I halted and quickly snatched something, turning to face him while shielding it from his view. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and leaned in closer.
"What do you have there, Little Flower? Hiding something from me?" he questioned, inching nearer, but I stood my ground.
I nodded, trembling with fear. How could I believe he was pursuing me while I was completely exposed? Didn't my body arouse him at all? Hesitantly, I glanced down, and there it was.
His arousal.
Oh.
This could work in my favor.
With a sigh, I offered him a sultry glance. I saw his eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure, flashing a confident grin.
"Why do you keep chasing me and messing with my life?" I asked softly.
"There are many ways to approach this, yet you chose... this?"
His gaze sharpened.
"Little Flower... You're playing a dangerous game," he warned firmly, and I could feel the tension building beneath his pants.
I stepped closer, until my bare skin pressed against him, my core aligning with his growing arousal.
"I know... But I can't help but wonder... Is it your goal to make me submit to you?" I whispered, leaning even closer.
"Little flower," he demanded, but I nipped at his lower lip, causing his breath to catch.
"I can tell you want to touch me and have me like before… How about we do it here in the woods? It could be fun," I proposed, keeping my hands resting on my lower back. His intense gaze met mine, and he bit his lip nervously.
"Do you even realize who you're dealing with, Little flower?" he asked, his grip on the butterfly knife tightening. I felt a shiver but maintained my composure, not letting him see my fear.
"Yes… I know," I whispered, stepping back as I heard his frustrated groan, but I didn't care.
My seductive demeanor shifted to one of defiance as I glared at him.
"That's why I'm turning your weakness against you!" I shouted, throwing sand from behind my back into his face, catching him off guard.
He cried out in pain, covering his fox mask with one hand as he tried to wipe the sand away, not wanting to reveal his face to me.
Yes! You deserved that.
"And your weakness is me!" I declared triumphantly before turning and sprinting away through the woods, naked. I hated it, but at least I had achieved some measure of revenge.
I could hear his furious shouts in the distance, promising to punish me severely when he caught up. But I wasn't planning to let that happen.
"I WILL KILL YOU, LITTLE FLOWER! WHEN I CATCH YOU, PREPARE FOR YOUR END!" he yelled, his words laced with sincerity.
I regretted my actions slightly, but at that moment, my only priority was survival.
As I continued to run, eventually distancing myself from him, I halted and looked down. There was a cliff. I turned my head to the left and noticed a slope, ideal for me to slide down. There were branches along the slope for me to grab onto. I made my way to that side and impulsively slid down, nearly injuring myself, but I managed to grasp one of the branches tightly.
"Oh my…" I sighed in relief and continued to slide down, gripping each branch as if they were railings.
Once I reached the bottom, I resumed running. The trees rose tall around me, and the moon shone above, guiding me through the dark woods.
"This is exhausting... I need to keep running and find a place to hide for the night," I murmured, tenderly holding my stomach. I could feel the sticky blood on my skin. At least I wasn't badly hurt.
As I trudged through the woods, I noticed a small cave. Wow. This could make a perfect hiding spot.
I entered the dark cave, my body trembling in the cold air, but I braced myself. This felt reckless—if someone saw me here, naked, they'd surely think I was out of my mind.
It was too dark to see much, and the moonlight didn't penetrate far into the cave. While I walked, I suddenly stepped on something that made me squeak like a mouse. What was that?
Instinctively, I crouched down and felt around the ground until I touched something solid.
My eyes widened in surprise.
A flashlight?
Feeling fortunate, I picked it up and pressed the button to turn it on, and it lit up. A smile spread across my lips as I realized I could finally see, and the flashlight actually worked. It seemed that some adventurers had passed through and left their belongings. I directed the light to my right and spotted a tent and a bag. Oh!
I hurried over to the bag and felt it. It had something inside!
I set the flashlight down and unzipped the bag, discovering clothes. Oh, what luck!
Though there were no bras or underwear, at least I found clothes to wear. I rummaged through the bag and pulled out a large black jacket. Hm? It looked like a man's size. I wondered where its owner had gone, but assumed they hadn't intended to leave their things behind. Without hesitation, I slipped on the jacket, which fell to my knees and resembled a dress. This was perfect—warm, too.
I continued to search through the bag for pants or shorts to wear, hoping there would be a smaller size, but I found nothing. Regardless, at least the jacket resembled a dress to me. Moving towards the tent, I unzipped the door, and my eyes widened in shock as fear began to set in.
The tent had guns mounted on the sides along with bullets. What on earth.
"I'm really starting to feel frightened…" I whispered. However, once I stepped inside the tent, I paused. Oh, the flashlight!
I hurried back out, picked up the flashlight from the ground, then reentered the tent, zipping up the door behind me. To my left, I noticed a large box. Intrigued, I opened it to find a variety of medical supplies. I felt a slight smile creep onto my face when I discovered surgical thread and needles. This is great.
I took them and carefully began to unthread the stitches on my stomach. Thank you, Mom, for teaching me how to handle this. Now I can take care of my wounds if needed. As I removed the sewing thread from my tender skin, blood began to flow quickly, but I diligently started to stitch up the deep cuts on my stomach, grunting in pain. It was going to take some time.
After several minutes, I completed the task. I returned the supplies to the medical kit, lay down on the foam, and shut my eyes, turning off the flashlight until I drifted into a deep sleep, all thoughts of that killer fading away.
To the owner of this tent and its contents, whom I suspect is a man, I apologize in advance.