As you run through the shadows, glancing repeatedly over your shoulder as your rapid, anxious breathing seizes in your chest, a wrenching feeling like you're about to expel your lungs. You don't notice the cobwebs running like silk across the cave entrance and you run straight into them, pulling them from the cave mouth, causing them to snap around your body with the strength of steel cables.
You're mine now.
19, female, writer, fangirl. I won't offer you much more than a glance at my psychotic tendencies. Come, partake in an adventure with me. May we return, not with our minds intact, but our souls and bodies.