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My phone buzzes again and I pull it from the pocket of the dark hoodie I’m wearing. Before I can unlock the screen, several more messages flood in.
Daddy Hatchet
Good girl.
Daddy Hatchet
Dark clothing won’t keep you hidden from me.
Daddy Hatchet
When I catch you, I’ll devour you.
Daddy Hatchet
Get ready, little prey.
Daddy Hatchet
Run.
My heart poundsas I read Hatchet’s messages, the thrill of anticipation mingling with a growing sense of unease. The darkness of the woods ahead beckons like a vast abyss, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being lured into a game with high stakes. But the prospect of escaping the asylum, even for a short while, is too tantalising to resist.
I take a deep breath, my exhalation visible in the cold night air. The scent of damp earth and pine needles fills my nostrils as I cautiously step into the woods, my senses heightened to every rustle and whisper of the night. Moonlight filters through the dense canopy, casting eerie, shifting shadows that seem to come alive with every swaying branch.
My phone remains clutched tightly in my hand, its screen dimmed to minimise any telltale glows that might give away my position. Hatchet’s messages continue to flood in, each one sending a shiver down my spine.
I start to move, a stealthy jog at first, my feet making minimal noise on the forest floor. Every step is calculated, every rustle of leaves avoided as I navigate the uneven terrain. The darkness is oppressive, and the sensation of being hunted intensifies with each passing second.
My breath comes in ragged gasps as I pick up the pace, branches and underbrush whipping against my legs. The woods seem to close in around me, as if the very trees themselves are conspiring against my escape. I can’t help but glance over my shoulder, the shadows playing tricks on my eyes, making it seem as though something is lurking just beyond my vision.
Hatchet’s messages continue to taunt me, his words both exhilarating and terrifying. Each text sends a shiver down my spine, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s closing in, if he’s watching my every move.
The chase is on, and the thrill of the hunt courses through my veins. But with every step, the forest becomes more disorienting, more labyrinthine, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not alone out here – not just alone with Hatchet out here.
My footsteps quicken, heart racing, as I push myself harder, deeper into the woods, running blindly into the night, my every instinct screaming at me to stay ahead of the predator behind me.
My breaths come in rapid bursts, and the adrenaline surges through me as I race through the tangled undergrowth. My heart feels like it’s about to burst from my chest, and the forest blurs into a disorienting mosaic of shadows and moonlight. The scent of damp soil and pine needles fills my nostrils as the woods become a maze of seductive uncertainty.
The forest around me seems to come alive with ominous whispers, as if the trees are conspiring against me. The moonlight casts eerie, elongated shadows that dance and sway, creating phantoms in the darkness. Fear claws at my throat, threatening to overwhelm me, but I force myself to keep running, to keep pushing forward.
I hear something—a distant rustling, a twig snapping, a soft, sinister chuckle that carries on the night breeze. Panic grips me, and I veer off the path, crashing through the underbrush, hoping to throw off any pursuer. But the forest is unforgiving, and the tangled thicket only serves to slow me down.
The sound of pursuit grows closer, and I can’t ignore the sinking feeling that I’m being herded like prey, that Hatchet is closing in with each passing moment. My phone remains clenched in my hand, its screen a faint, ominous glow that illuminates my frantic expression.
I break through a thicket and find myself in a small clearing, the moonlight casting an eerie glow on the ground. I turn to scan my surroundings, my heart pounding in my ears. And then, I see him—a dark figure, lurking in the shadows at the edge of the clearing, his silhouette menacing and predatory.
It’s Hatchet.
My blood runs hot and cold, arousal and terror gripping me in its icy embrace as I realise that this chase was never a game. I’m trapped in the heart of the forest, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
I take a step back, my breath catching in my throat, my phone slipping from my trembling hand. The words of his earlier messages echo in my mind, and I know that I’m at his mercy, helpless prey ensnared in his hunt.
As I take another step back towards the trees, Hatchet’s grin becomes visible in the moonlight. He emerges from the shadows with a slow, deliberate pace, his movements predatory and calculating. The gleam in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine and has my core clenching.
He continues to advance, his movements fluid and sinister. He’s dressed in dark clothing, blending seamlessly into the night, and there’s an eerie calm about him as he closes the distance between us.
