To Put A Leash On The Master

t imagining things,

urvivors after all. And he's the o

l me Hunter didn't do this. Bring the murderer before my eyes, so I

my limit that I want to lay atop sun-beaten sand and let the conc

I cannot dare say what sort of a person would do this-steal people's lives, tu

ese are real. Maybe they're specks of dust wa

to live their own life; how they're not stricken down

" I w

not while there's this fright swirling about me as I watch Hunter walk p

ss my palms against the sides of my throb

emorse. But the man is rather preoccupied with nudging the

certainly no way these people would be alive after

s me through the archway into the hallway whil

's arrows are shot at me. And I n

he mansion's rear where about five of Hunter

the environment, not sure where to go befo

pockets, take out his phone and am about to dial an emer

everything into darkness, causing me to scream

ve just expose

that, I bite my lower lip to stifle the continuous gasps of pan

ht, followed by another explosion that lights

tles on the snow-coated field, som

you,

it

ed breaths as I start down the slope toward

led with menace, seeming to come fro

error claws at my insides as I break into a run, my feet crun

f only I could stop glancing

behind me-not even his shadow. And in my panic, I t

eeling drained, but my hands and le

in search of another phone before Hunter's voice rings out ag

ct you, lov

know what I need protection from because the scenery

een quiet and scheduled; more of work, tutors, combat train

nts and manipulations, I h

. And I don't know how I managed to find

I can speak, as I look toward the mansion, I catch Hunter standing i

rts making his way to me, his index finger spinni

gency," the operator says again. But I'm too c

, I can't think straight. All I know is that I have

el his arm wrap around my waist, pulling my backside against

me in his clasp. Too bad my small frame is no match for his strength; held

but he doesn't flinch, even h

, another explosion tears through the night. This one, meant to br

finally fall silent while listening

exhausted and terrified to keep fighting, so I lose to this brutal killer as he walk

ont seat before I slump against the backrest, defe

he door. Then he taps my thigh with the p

e my eyes flicker to the phone and back to

killed so many people in there-even

I take the phone before he shuts the door, moves around to the dri

d," he mutters. "And do

rview mirror. He looks so relaxed. One would mistake that he

tered across his face only adding to the uncanny calmness envelopin