(Rose)
The night is still young, and I'm afraid I'm still in danger, so I keep a good pace.
I'm tired. I'm hurt. It feels like I'm burning.
I still hear some distant screams. The beasts again. Others. More... Is this a war?
I just want to survive. I just want to go home... I miss home. Things are not always easy at home, but I feel safe there. I feel loved. I feel alive. I feel that my life means something there.
I hear the sound of someone falling into the stream and moaning. Someone, twenty steps behind me. He's lying face down. I have a doubt and don't move yet. I look carefully at him.
He stands up. He's not human.
I feel cold. He's seeing me.
As he starts to run toward me, I start to run away again. He scares me.
He's strong, and fast. I'm weak and to the limits of my strength. He sounds beastly. He's closing in.
I can't escape. I'll have to fight to the death again. Against a stronger opponent. I don't want to die.
I see big rocks a bit further. I'm exhausted, I have to use it somehow. I have to. There is no other chance.
He catches me before I could reach these. He grabs me and lifts me in the air. Before I can react, he throws me against the ground with a primitive groan.
My head hurts and goes numb against the stones.
I think he's kicking me. My belly hurts so much I feel it will break apart.
I can't breathe. I can still grab a stone but there is so little strength left in my arm.
I see what I didn't want to see. He's naked. He will rape me.
I'm so scared and angry. Don't panic yet, think! Think!
Kill him. How? If I miss my shot my life is over. I don't see his eyes or his face. I only have a little edged stone and a very little element of surprise as I lie seemingly powerless.
Hit the throat? The penis? Where? Maybe I can grab his head and murder him. But if I fail...
He punches me in the stomach out of the blue. I'm under shock, out of breath. I'm collapsing. No, no, no! Don't lose consciousness now! Fight!
My hand is numb. I'm not sure I even hold anything anymore. What can I do? He's about to soil me body and soul for ever. He's holding my leg. I'm exposed.
I close my legs. He opens them. Do something! Move! Kill him! Kill him now! Kill it!
I throw stones and water at its face. It's angry and comes to hurt me again.
But this time I expected it. I grab his arm with my left one, and avoid the hit.
I want to bite it there but I remember I should aim for a more vulnerable part.
The arms are too muscular, the neck too thick. There's only one thing fragile standing off but it's too repulsive for me try getting my teeth close to that. I want another choice!
Hurt him. Hurt it. My feet make it trip and lose balance. I almost make it fall. If its head can touch the stone bed maybe I can win.
But he fights and I don't know where I am anymore. My head is going numb. My right hand tries to strike its head but he catches my arm and presses it so much it hurts horribly.
I manage to hit his chin with one of my knee somehow. I get my four limbs over his head. It forces it to fall, and he can only use two limbs against me.
Stand strong. Its head is close to the ground. I won't have enough strength to crush his head or to rip his throat.
I can break its teeth. I do. I shove stones into his mouth until all the teeth are off. My legs try to strangle it but they don't seem strong enough. He's breaking my left arm, tearing my hair and my clothes.
I break his last teeth violently. He lost grip over my left arm.
I plunge my wounded arm inside his throat with all my remaining strength. Using the rest of my body as a lever mechanism, I push my arm even deeper inside his neck.
It's fighting but unable to take me off. I'm wining. It's suffocating slowly. It fights, move its limbs randomly, hurt me, but I know I just have to stand for one minute.
Ten seconds. It's hurting my head and my back against the rocks.
Fifteen seconds. Its jaws hurt my arm. I want to pull it out, it feels it's being dissolved.
Twenty seconds? It keeps hurting my head with rocks as much as it can. I'm curled as a ball over its head.
Thirty seconds. I'm losing consciousness. I remember every two seconds what I'm doing and where I am. It's tearing my hair and ripping the skin of my back.
Forty seconds. The ends of my left arm are plunged in acid, it hurts horribly. I'm crying in pain and shaking. I want to pull it out. I'm pushing it further.
I've lost track. It's the longest minute of my life that just passed. It's convulsing, not fighting me anymore.
My body stays tense all over his head. I don't want to release my grasp prematurely. Claiming victory too soon is the worst of mistakes to do. I see blood leaking from its nose. I see its eyes. It's looking somewhere else. It panics.
My lungs and my throat manage to move again a little bit. I manage to tell him in a hoarse voice, that now it knows how it feels to being raped.
It looks at me with horrified eyes. Begging, not understanding why I'm being so cruel.
Exactly. Even now, it doesn't want to understand. Maybe it cannot. I'm not letting it live now anyway.
It's losing all strength. I still wait.
I hear the rain again. I feel it again over my naked skin. It's cold, but sweeter than what I just felt.
I wait some more. I can't really feel my arm anymore. Only a diffused pain. I can't move. All my body is sore and the muscles tensed to their limit.
Slowly, my body softens, and I can move my bones, little by little. I release my grasp over its neck after plucking its eyes out and noticing no reactions.
My arm is stuck inside. Its broken teeth are buried deep inside my flesh. I'm stuck like in a bear trap. I can't leave.
I grab with a shaky hand the sharpest stone close to me, and begin cutting its throat and jaw muscles.
It takes time. I'm about to collapse for the numerous times I should have passed out before. I manage to rip its jaw enough so I can pull my arm out, though with great pain and difficulties.
It slides away in a mud of vomited flesh and blood. Its open mouth, unable to close anymore, is tainted and unholy. I don't close it. Its face with that hole as a mouth and bleeding eye sockets looks like the face of the damned in hell. Tortured, suffering, hopeless.
I was so close to end up with the same look that I cannot pity him now.
I unsteadily begin to walk away. My right hand is trying to hold the shreds of left arm together. All my clothes are now reduced to shreds too. I'm almost naked. I feel so cold.
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