My breath was uneven as I ran. My skin was drenched in sweats and dread clouded every inch of my soul.
I was appalled and dared not look back, even as I heard the loud footsteps still chasing after me.
I saw a cliff ahead. I knew a fall there would lead to instant death but I was determined.
Dying was much better than being caught by these people, I couldn't let them get a hold of me alive.
With eyes closed and a seized breath, I lunched unto the depths of the cliff, feeling the vast gust engulf me.
I awaited death, expecting my body to crash over the huge strong rocks or the dry hard surface below but I felt nothing, only some strong thick hand grabbing my throat and throttling me to a wall.
"How dare you run away from me, Mistress?" A husky voice, so familiar and dark whispered into my ear, his tone filled with irritation and apoplexy.
I whispered
That voice, face, eyes. Luther.
