Following the direction of Cyclope with the whistle in his hand, Adrian slowly walked deeper into the park.
He could see the dust cloud rising nearby as the trees grew in density.
Moving faster, a familiar face appeared in front of him.
In the distance, the Cyclope was slowly moving toward the bloodied, battered Daisy, who was lying at the base of a smashed tree.
With each step the Cyclope took, the scent of death became more palpable to Daisy.
Desperation and fear gripped her heart, making her breasts bounce up and down as if they would pop out at any time.
She was struggling to breathe, finding it hard to draw a full breath.
The metallic scent of blood mixed with the earthy smell of the shattered tree assaulted her senses.
And finally, not being able to take it anymore in the face of her impending death, Daisy cried.
"Someone... anyone, please save me."
