Where even am I? My feet are moving, like they have a mind of their own, but I don’t know where they’re taking me. It’s so dark. I don’t know where I am. I stop, gasping for air, and look around- Trees, bushes, the most beautiful sky, and the moonlight shining down on me like I’m in the spotlight. A forest. Why am I here? My mind seems to have gone blank. But then I hear it. crack Someone stepping on a branch. I turn around. Instinctively, I stop breathing- as if that would make it clearer for me to hear, when in reality, my heart pounds louder than the bang of a pistol. My eyes open wide, trying to adjust more to the consuming darkness. Until they do. I make out a figure of.. a man? But he’s much taller than a man. Much bigger than a man. He takes another step forward, and I can see his arm as the moonlight shines upon it. Wait. That’s the bracelet I made for-..

“Daddy!”

I yell out in a happy voice. I take a step forward, ready to run to him, but he lifts his chin and I can see his eyes. Blood red. He takes another step forward. And another. Slowly, carefully. Each step forward, makes me take a step backwards.

“W-what are you-..”

My sentence is cut short by a low growl. And that’s my warning to run. I turn around and take off again. Now I remember. I was running from him. He hates and loves it when I run. But he always catches me.

I run and run. Sharp rocks cutting my feet, branches bruising my skin. It feels like ages, until I run out of stamina. I stop and collapse on the cold ground. I’m panting, and I can’t bother to be quiet.

crack

He’s here. He slowly walks up to me and looks down, before lowering himself close to me. He takes my chin in his hand, his massive hand, and looks in my terrified eyes. He grins. I stay silent, but my survival instinct goes off. I slowly take a rock in my hand and suddenly swing it at him. It’s sharp side cutting through his cheekbone, just enough to make his head turn and draw a couple drops of blood from his skin.

He turns his head back at me and smiles. His smile is loving, but my fear grows. He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear, and then cuts my cheekbone with his nail. Marking me, exactly as I’ve marked him.

I gasp lightly, touching my cheek with my fingers and then looking at my own blood on my fingertips, before looking back up at him.

He leans down and kisses my neck softly. I moan quietly, but a tear slips my eye at the sheer terror. And I was right. His left hand grabs my waist, while his other digs his nails into my back, into my skin. He sinks his teeth into my neck and marks me. I whimper and scream at the pain as he drinks my blood. He moans and pulls away, before slapping me.

He picks me up and throws me against a tree, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. He runs a finger down my chest, cutting my dress off with his nail, but also cutting me. He cuts a straight line from my chest to my stomach, making me cry.

He licks my tears off my cheeks and slaps me again, cutting my other cheek as his nails glide through it.

“You know what happens when you run from me, don’t you?”

His low, growling voice sends shivers down my spine.

“I do.”

He’s going to ruin me all over again.