Running through the abandoned streets, I never imagined myself in this situation. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my breaths came in short gasps. The sound of my feet hitting the pavement was drowned out by the steady rhythm of my attacker’s footsteps.

I could feel the sweat mixing with the blood on my face, and I knew that I was running out of time. I turned a corner and found myself at a dead end. My attacker was closing in on me, and I knew that this was it.

He grabbed me and threw me to the ground, and I could feel the pain shooting through my body. The sound of his laughter echoed through the empty streets, and I knew that I was in for a world of hurt.

The pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was a sharp, stabbing sensation that seemed to radiate through every inch of my body. I could hear the sound of bones cracking and the sickening squelch of flesh being torn apart.

My attacker was like a wild animal, tearing into me with a ferocity that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. He was like a demon from the depths of hell, and I knew that I was powerless against him.

The forest around us was dark and foreboding, and I could feel the weight of the trees pressing down on me. It was like being trapped in a nightmare, with no escape in sight.

And then, to make matters worse, my friend turned on me. He had been in on it the whole time, luring me into this trap. I could feel the betrayal like a knife in my back, and I knew that I was truly alone.

In the end, I was left broken and bleeding on the ground, with nothing but the sound of my own screams to keep me company. It was a nightmare that I would never forget, a horror story that would haunt me for the rest of my days.