She ran for her life. There was nothing more to say than that. She could hear the ragged breaths of her pursuer as he chased, as he gained. She fell, tripping over a cobblestone. The caps of her knees erupted into pain as dirt and stones scraped over it, but the pain was instantly replaced by the mind-numbing fear. She had done nothing, nothing but walk down the street. Why was there now some man after her, ragged breathing coming closer and closer? What had she done? Why?
The steps stopped pounding behind her; he was walking, coming closer slowly, savoring his victory. "My, my, my..." Rough hands clapped onto her shoulders as a hard weight slammed against the back of her head. She slumped, unconscious, and the person behind her chuckled softly as he dragged her away.