With a burst of adrenaline, Beatrice ran as fast as she could, dodging fallen trees and boulders as she made her way through the forest.
She could hear the sound of the monster's howls behind her, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before it caught up with her.
As Beatrice fled deeper into the forest, the trees around her seemed to loom menacingly, their twisted branches clawing at her like skeletal hands.
Her ragged breaths echoed through the eerie silence, the only sound she could hear besides her own heartbeat.
The demon she had feared was now in front of her, its red eyes glaring at her with a ferocity that made her blood run cold. It held a massive ax in its hand, the blade glinting in the dim light of the forest.
Beatrice knew that no mere mortal could hope to penetrate the monster's thick, impenetrable skin.
She found herself praying to God for help, even though she had always despised Him.
