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My hair was on my face, stuck by my sweat, but it didn't matter, I just had to get out, branches that were in that dark forest brushed my skin, I ran, lifting my damaged dress. I heard his footsteps with his men, I didn't turn around and run, I stumbled, hitting my head against a rock on the ground, my vision was cloudy, I stirred trying to get up, a dizziness invaded my body, but it didn't matter, I had to get out.

From that chaotic mass of enraged warriors, a threatened figure emerged that approached with calculated slowness, analyzed my body, looked for my next move and savored my fear that was reflected in my face, delighting. look at his eyes. The peculiar glow of him guessed that this would be brief.

Panting, I tried to sit up. In my desperation to escape my executioner's back. A chilling whistle chased me and I instinctively threw myself back into the mud to avoid, at the last moment, a deadly thrust. I turned my head quickly, but only saw a giant lunge at me. The impac