They came from everywhere,
and they were fast. Faster than anything natural. Appearing like black shades
in front of me, behind me and next to me. Making the grass and leaves rustle in
their wake.
Every time I managed to
distinguish a face, it was the same one. A face of a man from legends. He
looked like a young man, but his eyes revealed the truth. He was ancient. As
ancient, as the stories mothers told about him to frighten their young, bold daughters.
Nobody believed those stories, of course, and neither did I, until tonight.
I could see the lights in
the not so far distance. I was so desperately close to freedom. A couple of
minutes more and this nightmare would end.
As I ran forward getting closer
with each desperate stride, to what I thought was salvation, The Man's hands
kept grabbing and pulling at my clothes and limbs. Each time he struck, he
pulled a piece of fabric with him, leaving me with fresh scratch marks and
fewer and fewer clothes to cover my trembling, youthful body.
The lit up path was within
reach now. Only a couple of steps more. Proud of myself, I burst out of the
thick bushes into the clearing, and my happiness turned into bitter
disappointment.
The village, the place of
my salvation, was, in fact, moon's reflection on the water. I found myself on
the shore of the lake used as Fair Town's water supply.
The man was nowhere around.
If the stories about him were true, he could only work his magic within the
confinement of the forest. I started running again and hoped that was true.
There was only a small patch of woods I needed to pass through before I reached
the main road to Fair Town.
It took me a better part of
an hour to cross the large, field underneath the lake and reach the last patch
of the dense forest. Ten more minutes and I would pass on to the other side. I
decided to sneak through the woods this time. I was too tired to outrun the
bastard anyhow.
I ripped the bottom part of
my dress, revealing my long, strong legs and headed forward. I considered
myself daring and adventuresome person, but now I was scared shitless. I knew
what would happen to me if I got caught. I didn't want to become an addict.
Especially, a sex addict. I was too young for that. Although, I did know a
couple of men in my village that would not mind.
Something cracked to my
left, and I kneeled down quickly. My heart pounded loud and fast. I looked and
saw The Man. Two of them. A couple of tense moments passed, and the third one
appeared. They talked some and went separate ways.
I badly needed to take a
piss, but I was scared they might hear me, or worse, smell me. I continued more
carefully than before.
Two more times I heard them
sneaking around, and both times I managed to hide in time. I knew if I wanted
to run away, I needed to do it fast. My luck would run out eventually.
The men chasing me looked
the same, and I knew they were the same person, but they weren't acting the
same. There were at least five different clones, and they unmistakably possessed
different personalities. From calm and collected to raving mad.
As I spied on them, I
concluded they were indeed one person. The stories never told about anything
like this. It was always only one man who came and took the girls to a place
where he held them until he broke their spirits and turned them into addicts.
After another argument,
where one of them demanded to burn the forest and me with it, they went
separate ways again. I realized this was my chance. I stood up and went for it.
I did not care if I made much noise. The road was so agonizingly close. Five
more strides and I would be free.
At that moment, something
grabbed my right ankle, and I stopped, barely managing to stay on my feet. I
tugged my leg to no effect. I looked down and saw my foot tangled in multiple
branches. I pulled again, this time using my hands as well. There was no way I
could free myself alone without help.
Lucky for me a carriage was
moving slowly over the bumpy road. I opened my mouth ready to shout for help
when five dark shapes appeared from the blackness around me, making me lose my
voice. Literally. I could not say anything. I wanted to yell, but nothing was
coming out.
With my leg trapped and
voice stolen, I could do nothing useful. I stared mutely at the carriage as it
slowly moved away. My last chance of getting out of here safe. Gone.
"You sure made us work
tonight, girl," The calm one said.
"Let's take her here
and now," the one that wanted to burn everything said and grabbed my
collar with both hands ripping my shirt apart exposing my large, unsteady
breasts to the dark, cold night. "Look at those tits, brothers. We got
ourselves a fucking cow."
"Calm the fuck
down," the third one intervened. "Nobody fucks her until we get
underground."
As the many hands descended
upon me, I desperately wanted to say something. I wanted to yell and fight, but
I could do nothing except piss myself. To the delight of everyone but me, that
is what I did.
As warm piss spread over my
crotch and started running down my legs, they picked me up and began carrying
me like a log back into the forest.
They made me completely
rigid by some spell. I could move my eyes, but that was it. They carried me for
maybe five minutes when we stopped in front of what looked to me like a large
oak tree. At first glance, there was nothing special about the three, but then,
the tree suddenly started opening like a basement, and bright green mist rose
from the newly made hole in the ground.
"In
we go," one of them said, and we started descending into the ground. The
tree closed behind us with a creaking sound covering us in total darkness.