She ran out straight out. She was getting breathless. Bushes on both sides gave her bruises. The thorns in the ground made her bleed. She did not care for anything. Nothing mattered. Just getting away from the place mattered.
She stopped to catch her breath. She could not run anymore. She looked around for a place to hide.
The tree had these huge roots jutting out and had formed a nice cozy hiding place. She quickly squeezed herself into the roots and held herself together.
Her captor was there soon enough. He cursed. He had lost her. Dammit! Now the ransom he hoped to collect was gone!
She did not dare move a muscle, though her scream scarcely left her throat.
He cut through the bushes around in anger and finally moved away looking elsewhere.
As the night fell, she felt safe enough to come out. The tree had saved her.
Written for the #FFfAW 149
The challenge is to write a story for the photo given in 100-150 words. Plus or minus 25 words.
Photo credit: Fandango
Number of words: 151