Halfway to my destination, I heard a splash behind me, meaning that he decided that it would take too long to go around and had dove in after me. This...was exactly what I had hoped would happen, as the water and the wound would slow him down. I did not look back, as I needed as much of a lead I could manage, It was the only way I would survive this. As I approached the shore, I looked about and decided to run down the river. It was only clear for seventy meters before the trees and bushes. .....I started to protest."I'll not hear it," she said. "For now you've only got those littletitties. You're going to need all the help you can get."More and more flesh was pushed up."All done there," she said, considering me. I could barely breathe."Shallow breaths, Miss Pink. Shallow breaths."She looked disappointed."Is something wrong, Cassandra?" I asked, wanting to please her."No, no. Don't worry." She touched my breasts. "I just thought you'd bebigger. Not to worry. I haven't got what I. Was she still asleep and dreaming or the tragic victim of some form of paralysis which had taken to her limbs during sleep? She tried to shake the remaining sleep from her mind and assess her situation. Could she shout for help? Or perhaps, if she put all her efforts into moving, she might reach her phone.A palm slid up her leg and made her flesh quiver and jump. She gasped, thrashing her head to try to see who the palm belonged to. She could see nothing in the pitch dark, could only feel that. "Trying to divert my mind to something else I settled on the letter from my parents and how they referred to Laura as "that girl." I needed to set them straight. I would tell them that I was not wasting my time. I would tell them "that girl" was part of me, my main reason for living.By the next morning it did not seem so important to set them straight. My parents had the right to be concerned for my welfare. It was their duty; keeping them in the dark was mine.I felt awkward telling three older.