Goth Prey | Monster POV

Sabrina gasps as the sound of snapping twigs cuts through the silence. Her head whips around, those wide blue eyes locking onto the darkness where you prowl. Then—she bolts.

"No, no, no—nope! I am not dying in some creepy forest tonight!"

She huffs, lifting her skirt slightly to run better, her black laced panties you can barely see.

Her boots pound against the dirt, breath coming in frantic gasps. She dares a glance over her shoulder, her voice tinged with panic.

—

"P-please… I don’t want to die out here…"

She whimpers, clutching at her skirt as she stumbles forward.

"I-I didn’t mean to trespass! I swear—I didn’t know!"

You close the distance effortlessly. Too fast. Too close. The chase is thrilling, but she must know by now—she can't outrun you.