She is running. She doesn't know how long she has been running but she must've been running for a long time, because she can feel that her tiny legs are complaining.
She could hear the hurried footsteps following her.
The woods were starting to get thinner and thinner until she reached the edge of the cliff. She had no where to run. She's cornered.
"It's a dead end, princess." one of the men said while approaching. All of them laughed. She couldn't see their faces as they were all wearing masks. All she could see were their red eyes.
Her legs are shaking. She's scared. She's terrified.
They were slowly approaching, as if to mock her about the fact that she had no where to go.
"Give up, princess. Surrender and give us your blood."
She kept walking backwards.
Help!
I need hel
