A Witch for the Hunter
6 hrs. 44 min.
My pursuer, the hunter, holds me firmly, pulls his rough palms over my bare wet shoulders, presses in from behind, breathes heavily.
I open my mouth as if I’m about to scream, though there’s no point.
We’re alone, for many, many miles—no living soul anywhere…
And no one will help me. No one will save me from him.
From a throat tightened by fear, in the end some unclear, incredibly foolish rasp bursts out, while my heart pounds so hard it drowns even the babbling of the water.
But his voice—doesn’t drown.
— Got you, witch, didn’t I?
I open my mouth as if I’m about to scream, though there’s no point.
We’re alone, for many, many miles—no living soul anywhere…
And no one will help me. No one will save me from him.
From a throat tightened by fear, in the end some unclear, incredibly foolish rasp bursts out, while my heart pounds so hard it drowns even the babbling of the water.
But his voice—doesn’t drown.
— Got you, witch, didn’t I?
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