Dark Horse
Don't forget his trusted knife.
He bent down and checked my pulse to see if I was alive. He said in a very calm tone, "I told you we would play a game, princess. Now, I don't get to have any fun here, you do. You run and I count to hundred." He slung the quiver over his shoulder.
He strapped the gun to his waist, hauled the other stuff into a bag and held the bow. "Then, I'll seek you. Ready, princess?" There was no use begging him for mercy and I knew(firsthand) that he was dead inside.
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