She could feel the predatory gaze on her.
Her body became tense; she was familiar with this presence, maybe more than familiar; every inch of her body was screaming the same word to her, and that is to run.
And what? Without a second thought, she dashed in the opposite direction of the foreboding presence behind her, like her life was depending on, or really it was.
Oh, snake goddess! I know you don't like me. But can you please let me leave a few days without any heart attack? She could not help but curse her damn luck; the snake goddess really did not pity her, or how could someone's luck be this so damn rotten?
She knew she would have to encounter him one day; it was impossible to not meet him, but this soon, Forgive her, but she is not ready.
She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs but felt powerless to do so. The frustration was building inside her little stomach; nothing is going right in her life.
