“Elizabeth!” He called out to me but I couldn’t hear his cries.

Although I felt his sense of tension increase dramatically.

But I didn’t care, I was too focused on running, too focused on getting away from here. Away from him.

And engulfed by the rain.

Just go, just get out, I felt my brain shouting to me.

But I couldn’t. My hands were shaking and my legs wouldn’t work fast enough.

And now I couldn’t think.

The little droplets pattered around me as I ran, paving the entrance to their coffins between the gravel and dirt. Leaving what was left of the poor slaves that had been trapped and now let go to fall to their deaths. If only it was that easy.

My feet kept going. We’re they faster now?

Though I wasn’t sure what I was doing. How could I have been so stupid?

But as I drank in that thought, I most have slowed down.

I must have done something wrong. Anything wrong.

And as his nails sank into me, I know knew my fate.

He was taking me to her. And she would undoubtedly kill me.

I was just running. It was raining and I was running.