I can only hear my own breathing as I run. I hate this damn dress and feel tempted to rip it off, but I know that without it, the chances of catching hypothermia increase dramatically. I glance over my shoulder and see only lonely hedges. I turn left, then right twice, going deeper and deeper into what is undoubtedly a labyrinth.
"I never said what the punishment was, but I see your imagination has already done the job..."
His voice only makes my pulse quicken, it feels so close I can’t help but glance back repeatedly, finding nothing. I need to get out of here, to see what’s on the other side of this maze. With luck, maybe it leads to the forest and I can escape—although thinking about it, in the darkness of night and the thickness of the forest, dangers also lurk. Now more than ever, I
