"Please God enable me to get away. At least I have his pistol", Carey held the weapon in her left hand. The steady pound of her footsteps echoed into her ears. She felt a bead of sweat roll down her forehead and splatter towards her chin.
The house that she was held in was near a mountain. Crickets' chirping sounds which were musical but kinda horrific were heard. The froshes were not left behind. Their annoying sounds were worse than that of the crickets.
Carey ran as fast as her legs could run. But her determination to get away from Sasha and her minions was enough inspiration to conquer them. She halted sitting inside a bush to relax cause now she was a bit far from the house. No one would find her here especially in the condition she left the guy in.
