Running through the streets, abandoned and desolate, was something he had never imagined himself doing in his wildest nightmares. The sound of his pounding heart was drowned out by the equal rhythm of his attacker’s footsteps, closing in on him with every passing second.

Blood mixed with sweat ran down the lean, wrinkled face of the victim, his breaths coming in short gasps as he desperately tried to outrun his pursuer. But it was no use. The attacker was too fast, too relentless, and too determined to let his prey escape.

As the victim reached a dead end in the street, he knew that his fate would be the same as Melissa’s: death. His attacker grabbed him, threw him on the ground, and then took his time in creating pain for the victim.

The sound of bones cracking echoed through the empty streets, as the attacker twisted and contorted the victim’s limbs with a sickening ease. The victim’s screams were drowned out by the sound of his own flesh tearing and ripping apart, as the attacker continued his merciless assault.

With each passing moment, the pain grew more intense, more unbearable, until the victim felt as though he was being torn apart from the inside out. He could feel his life slipping away, his body wracked with agony and despair.

The attacker loomed over him, a dark and twisted figure, his eyes gleaming with a sickening pleasure. He was like a demon from hell, a creature of pure evil and malice, who took pleasure in the suffering of others.

As the victim lay there, broken and defeated, he realized that he was nothing more than a pawn in the attacker’s twisted game. He was nothing more than a plaything, a toy to be used and discarded at the attacker’s whim.

And as the darkness closed in around him, the victim knew that he would never escape the horror that had consumed him. He was trapped, alone, and utterly helpless, at the mercy of a monster who reveled in his pain and suffering.