Running through the deserted streets, my heart pounded in my chest as I heard the sound of my attacker’s footsteps getting closer. The thud of my feet hitting the pavement echoed in my ears, matching the rhythm of my pursuer’s approach.

Blood mixed with sweat dripped down my face, stinging my eyes as I tried to focus on my escape. But I knew deep down that my fate would be the same as Melissa’s - a gruesome death at the hands of this monster.

I turned a corner and found myself at a dead end, my heart sinking as I realized there was nowhere left to run. My attacker closed in on me, his face twisted into a grotesque mask of pleasure at the thought of inflicting pain.

He grabbed me roughly, throwing me to the ground with a sickening thud. I cried out in agony as he began to torture me, each blow accompanied by a sickening crack or crunch.

The pain was unbearable, like a thousand knives slicing through my flesh. I felt like I was being torn apart, my body writhing in agony as my attacker continued his assault.

He was like a demon, his face twisted into a snarling mask of hatred and malice. I could see the pleasure in his eyes as he inflicted pain upon me, relishing in my suffering.

I tried to fight back, but it was no use. He was too strong, too powerful. I was helpless, at his mercy.

As the darkness closed in around me, I knew that this was the end. My life was over, snuffed out by the cruel hands of a madman.

And as I took my last breath, I knew that I would never forget the sound of his footsteps, the sickening thud of his blows, or the twisted pleasure in his eyes.