Running through the forest abandoned, was something I had never seen myself doing in my mind’s eye. The steady rhythm of my feet was echoed by the equal rhythm of my attacker’s footsteps. My heart was pumping, and blood mixed with sweat ran down my lean, wrinkled face. I could feel the fear creeping up my spine, and I knew I had to keep running.

The trees around me were like giant sentinels, their branches reaching out to grab me. The leaves rustled in the wind, and the sound was like a thousand whispers, urging me to keep going. But I knew I couldn’t outrun my attacker forever.

I reached a dead end in the forest, and my heart sank. I turned around, and there he was, standing in front of me. He was tall and muscular, with a face that was twisted into a cruel smile. His eyes were like black holes, sucking in all the light around them.

He grabbed me, threw me on the ground, and then took his time in creating pain for me. The sound of his fists hitting my body was like thunder, and each blow felt like a sledgehammer. I screamed, but my voice was drowned out by the sound of my bones breaking.

My friend, who I thought was on my side, turned on me. He stood there, watching as I was beaten to a pulp. His face was like a mask, hiding his true intentions.

The pain was unbearable, and I knew I was going to die. The forest around me was like a prison, trapping me in its embrace. The trees were like arms, holding me down as my attacker continued his assault.

In the end, I was left alone, broken and bleeding. The forest was silent, and the only sound was my ragged breathing. I knew I had made a mistake, trusting my friend. But it was too late now. The forest had claimed another victim, and I was just another name on its list.