Her heart pounds. Stray branches whip into her arms as she runs past them. Tripping down the uneven path, her breath comes out ragged. Panic flutters under her ribs as the forest around her darkens.
She glances behind herself. Steps wrong. Crashing through underbrush, she tumbles further down the path. Shes stopped abruptly when her body hits something solid.
“Where are you going, Katie-cat?”
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