The only sound is the gentle dull pattering thud of her flat and unclad feet as she attempts to run as fast as her legs can carry her. It's past 2 a.m. and extremely silent; the only sound is the soft dull pattering thud of her flat and unclad feet as she tries to run as quickly as her legs can carry her. Because everyone has gone to sleep, the streets are deserted. She'd give anything to see a sign of human life right now; security, even men from the underworld, any human being would be preferable to the creature stalking her down the street. When she sees it creeping up to her, she panics and turns around. Its movement is bizarre, ungainly as it hobbles around on all fours, but it has already cut the gap between them in half since the chase began a few moments ago.
With sadistic enjoym
