I could hear my feet thudding against the muddy ground. Trying not to slip, I tried to keep my focus on where I was going on not on the person behind me. My feet began to slip and slide against the wet muddy ground. The rain hammered into the ground and didn’t help me at all. Everything was quiet apart from the man behind me!

He kept shouting “run” and that’s what I did. My feet never stopped. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t. Nothing in the world would make me go back to that place and I knew that if I did stop then he would catch up to me. My mind kept going back to that place and the terror I felt. The dark room and cold floor made that place be even more menacing and terrifying. Suddenly, I slipped on a piece of mud and landed on the ground. That was it. My hopes and dreams of escaping that place was over.

Looking behind me, I could see the large dark figure walk up towards me. As he whispered “run”, I knew it was over. This was it. This was the end for me. What was I going to do now?