Thread: Holy Hell!

The girl didn't stop, this time she wasn't going to, she was going to keep running until she passed out or until she died. If she couldn't get away then perhaps she could live long enough to find a message carrier. Surely there was a reason the demon hadn't killed her yet. It sent chills through her as she realized that the demon was playing with her. She had heard some of the things that demons did when they played. Usually disembowelment was an easily desirable alternative. She heard the demon behind her, clearly he had never seen a gun before. That explained why he hadn't been worried while she was pointing it at him... that also made him very, very old. She could feel his closing in and forced herself to run even faster. Her lungs were burning for air she couldn't allow them to have and her legs wanted rest, she had already done this once today and it was quickly wearing her body out. She could track evil just about anywhere so there was no need to run but that did not mean that she was not in good shape. The girl was in great shape but for running Biology tended to work against her, her upper body was not made for running, but, that thought was far from her mind as she felt the demon so close he could reach out and grab her. And he did. She had been hopeful that the water would stop him, that it would at least slow him down enough so that she could escape but that was not the case. The demon snaked an arm around her neck, warm fingers tenderly stroking her soft cheeks. Before she had the chance to reach up and try and pull him off his other arm wrapped around her just below her breasts, so close to them he might feel their weight resting on his arm. Still she found against him, struggling with everything she had in her. He was to close, his lips practically touching her ears, his hot breath on her neck, he was much, much to close and she knew that this would not be ending well. It wasn't until he pulled on her that she finally stopped struggling, it wasn't doing her any good, he was to strong to break free from. As she listened to him speak her heart beat quick as a rabbit's. Her chest rose and fell in quick panting breaths as she tried to catch and calm herself but she was sure he could feel her shaking in his arms. She listened to what he said, a, quite literally, captive audience. Her eyes widened with shock and horror as she heard what he had planned for her. She was not going to lay with him! She was not going to do anything with him! You're mad- she struggled against him, if you think- the priestess tried to break free, I'll agree to that- she knew it was futile but she kept struggling, Demon! she yelled at him, refusing to agree to his plans. Then she heard the last bit of what he said and she remembered what he had said earlier. He was weaker without his heart. She was sure that they would know but she couldn't let him know that. The Gundir Saints were charged with the protection and care of many magics and his heart had to be a powerful relic indeed. She couldn't let him have it. I will not help you retrieve your heart. I will not lie with you nor bare your children! My body belongs to God so get your hands off it! She yelled at him, trying to struggle again even though she knew her efforts were in vein. One of the reasons she kept struggling even though it was useless was in hopes of hiding how utterly terrified she was. She was shaking with fear, her heart racing and still struggling to catch her breath. At this point she was not sure which would kill her first, the demon or the terror he was inflicting upon her.