Looking for feedback on this scene I've written.

It's in second person from the victim's POV, I thought this achieved the best effect.

Please enjoy

On mobile so apologies if formatting is a bit out

It's morning. Wearing your lycra shorts and a sports bra you head out to the field behind your flat, crossing over it to the path. The sun is just starting to peak over the buildings, and the grass shines in the sunlight, the dew refracting in tiny, near imperceptible rainbows across the ground. You put your earbuds in and tuck your phone into your shorts, your running playlist filling your ears, and you start to stretch out before your run. The creaks in your joints betray the fact that you haven't been doing this so much recently, especially with thoughts of Him in your mind. Just thinking of him now makes you feel vulnerable, yet also a little hot between your legs. Finally ready, you set off running, following the track alongside the woods, setting a good pace when your phone buzzes, interrupting the music for a second. You try to ignore it, but it buzzes again, and then a third time. You take it out and look at the screen:

      Him

3 New Messages

Opening the texts, they read as follows.

"Nice outfit"

"You have to run faster than that"

"Do not fucking ignore me, bitch"

Panicked, you scan the field. It all seems empty, so you look further out, checking the windows of the four blocks of flats the flank the field. Then you see Him, in your own window, and your phone buzzed again. The texts are still open, footed by a new message:

"Run"

You look back up but He is gone. Your instincts tell you to flee, but you feel you need to wait and see where He is. Before long you spot Him, striding across the field in your direction. You turn on your heel and begin to run again. You tell yourself that you won't be His victim again, you don't want Him, or need Him, but you know deep down that it isn't true. You cut into the forest, you know these woods like the back of your hand, you'll be able to lose Him in there. You figure that, once obscured by the trees, you can double back, emerge behind Him and run back to safety. You keep an eye on the treeline through the branches, cursing yourself silently for picking such a bright outfit, but you don't see Him. You continue walking, focused on the field, and walk straight into a tree. A soft tree. Slowly turning your head, you look straight into the eyes of Him. He grasps your cheeks, forcing your mouth into a pout, and helps Himself to a kiss.

"Hello, slut. Don't you know it's dangerous to go into the woods alone."

Using all the strength you can muster in your arms you push Him away, turning to run in the opposite direction. You hear His heavy footfalls behind you, but you can't tell if He's getting closer or if you're outrunning Him.

Suddenly you realise that you aren't even sure where you are in the woods. You know where you were running, but everything seems different. It takes you too long to notice that you had not been running straight, but in fact had been curling, and that you now aren't far from where He very nearly caught you. You've lost Him though, so you make a break for it. Closer, closer the field comes, but before you reach it a hand grabs your arm, holding you in a vice-like grip. His hand. He was hiding behind a tree. Roughly you are forced to the ground, and He stands over you, pulling a large hunting knife from his belt. He kneels, one knee either side of your torso, pinning you down, and slides the blade under your sports bra, between your breasts, twisting it and slicing through the material in one motion, revealing your heaving chest. He presses the point into one of your nipples, not breaking the skin, but just hard enough to make you wince, before readjusting Himself to get to your shorts. You take your chance and raise your knee, crushing His balls, and you turn and scrabble away, rising to your feet to run again, your tits bouncing free. As you once again reach the treeline you feel a sharp pain in your scalp, Him once again, dragging you back into the woods. You grab His wrists so that He is pulling you using those instead of your hair. As you are dragged you see the knife laying on the ground and reach for it with your toes. You flick it up and, somehow, catch it, bringing it up to your hair and cutting just beneath His hands. Free once again, you try to run, but He is hot on your heels. Just as the field is in sight you feel a tug on your shorts. It's the knife again, and His free arm wraps around your throat as the blade starts cutting away the fabric, leaving you completely naked. The gusset He forces into your mouth as an impromptu gag and once again throws you to the floor, this time holding the knife to your throat, silently daring you to find out what He is capable of. His knees force your legs apart, and He fumbles one handed to expose His erect cock, placing it at your entrance and plunging straight in. You immediately moan, your lust for Him taking over, your legs widening as he pounds your pussy hard, his shaft violating your hole. Your eyes roll back as the infinite pleasure of being His victim takes over, rendering you helpless to His touch. You don't even notice the knife pressing against your throat, a single bead of blood welling around the point, and your brain fogs over, completely giving yourself to Him and His ruthless penis, stretching your pussy, and the world starts to darken, from the edge of your vision, closing in, until you can see or feel no more.

You come to, naked, alone, and covered in drying spunk. You try to recall what happened, but all you remember is His face, looking above yours, His eyes full of lust and love, and His cock forcing your orgasm from you. Now, how to get back home without clothes...