Running through the forest, abandoned and alone, was something I had never imagined myself doing. The sound of my pounding heart was drowned out by the equal rhythm of my attacker’s footsteps. My breaths came in ragged gasps as I pushed myself to run faster, but it was no use. I had reached a dead end in the forest, and with it, the end of my life.

My attacker grabbed me, throwing me to the ground with a sickening thud. I could feel the blood mixing with sweat on my lean, wrinkled face as I struggled to get away. But it was no use. He was too strong, too determined to let me go.

The pain was excruciating, a symphony of agony that echoed through my body with every blow. The sound of his fists hitting my flesh was like thunder, each strike leaving me gasping for air. I could feel my bones breaking, my muscles tearing, and my mind slipping away into darkness.

The forest around us was silent, save for the sound of my screams. The trees loomed over us like giants, their branches reaching out to grab me as I writhed in pain. The ground beneath me was hard and unforgiving, like concrete, as I struggled to escape.

My attacker was like a demon, his face twisted into a grotesque mask of rage and hatred. He took his time, savoring each moment of my suffering, relishing in the power he held over me.

And then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, my friend turned on me. He had been working with my attacker all along, luring me into the forest with promises of adventure and excitement. But it was all a trap, a sick game they had been playing with my life.

As I lay there, broken and bleeding, I realized that I had been a fool. I had trusted the wrong people, and now I was paying the ultimate price. The forest around me was a prison, a place of darkness and despair, and I was trapped in its clutches forever.