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and then she’ll be caught, trapped and killed.
The horde following don’t have the same wake of scent the man has. They smell the blood and go through the doors to the bag. It takes seconds to realise the bag is not her and they charge into the projector rooms, the maintenance stores and staff rooms to hunt the potential host.
She reaches the top. The final door and she punches through into a long corridor with doors leading off on both sides. Offices for the managers, the finance and admin teams. In that split second she takes in the floor cleaner still plugged into the wall and lunges to wrench it free. A step back and she winds the cable through the door handles. Bashing her knuckles that split and bleed. Gasping for air, sweating buckets, red faced and desperate she winds and tightens while hearing his feet pounding the stairs.
He reaches the top on the other side and runs into the doors that hold closed from the cable tied round. She jumps away, screaming in fright but seeing a few seconds of time have been gained.
She turns, running further down and selecting a door at random on the right side. An open plan office illuminated by moonlight streaming through the big windows down one side. She rushes in and vaults over to drop behind a desk. Every action is instinct now. Every tiny decision has to be done on gut instinct alone. Her fingers grab at the laces of her boots, tugging them free. She can hear him battering into the doors. A solid thumping of body weight that will surely get through any second.
The first boot is tugged off, the other a second after that. She clambers to her feet and starts unbuttoning her jeans. They have to go. There is no choice. She peels them down over her legs and stamps on the spot to free her ankles and feet of the material. Her knickers get wrenched down next. Blood soaked and stinking with clots of goo from the first heavy bleed of her period. The doors in the corridor bang harder with more force generated. She pushes her hand between her legs that comes away covered in blood. Her bleed is heavier than normal. Brought on by stress, anxiety, fear and the sudden change of diet and lifestyle.
She launches the jeans at the door to the office then runs further down to throw her soiled panties behind the last desk. Clothing gone but now she has to worry about her own body. She spins, still frantic and spots the water cooler in the corner. The bang from outside comes hardest of all. A solid thumping and in her mind she imagines the doors slowly getting wider as the cable stretches.
Wash. Remove the smell. She crosses the office to the water cooler and presses the blue lever down. Water trickles out. A steady but painfully slow flow that she paws at to splash into her own groin that she thrusts towards the water machine. It’s not enough. She grabs a paper cup and waits while it fills. She washes. Fills another and washes again. Twisting her neck to look at the office door and the immense banging coming from the doors to the stairwell.
‘Come on,’ she wills the water to pour faster and fill the cup. ‘Sod it,’ she ditches the cup and wraps her arms round the blue plastic tub of water on the top. A grunt and she lifts, pushing through her legs to get the nozzle free from the hole. It pops out with a wet sucking sound and she staggers back under the sudden weight. Water cascades out down her front. She grunts to lift it higher while trying to get her groin forwards under the flow of water pouring out. Round and round in a tight circle, trying to keep her balance while emptying the water tub down her legs. As it gets lighter so she manages to hold it with one arm and uses the free hand to rub the inside tops of her thighs to sluice the blood and clots away.
The tub drops and she runs again. Past the bloodied jeans and out into the corridor. The impacts on the main doors are so much louder now and as she runs to the far end she glimpses back to see them slamming open a few inches as
The horde following don’t have the same wake of scent the man has. They smell the blood and go through the doors to the bag. It takes seconds to realise the bag is not her and they charge into the projector rooms, the maintenance stores and staff rooms to hunt the potential host.
She reaches the top. The final door and she punches through into a long corridor with doors leading off on both sides. Offices for the managers, the finance and admin teams. In that split second she takes in the floor cleaner still plugged into the wall and lunges to wrench it free. A step back and she winds the cable through the door handles. Bashing her knuckles that split and bleed. Gasping for air, sweating buckets, red faced and desperate she winds and tightens while hearing his feet pounding the stairs.
He reaches the top on the other side and runs into the doors that hold closed from the cable tied round. She jumps away, screaming in fright but seeing a few seconds of time have been gained.
She turns, running further down and selecting a door at random on the right side. An open plan office illuminated by moonlight streaming through the big windows down one side. She rushes in and vaults over to drop behind a desk. Every action is instinct now. Every tiny decision has to be done on gut instinct alone. Her fingers grab at the laces of her boots, tugging them free. She can hear him battering into the doors. A solid thumping of body weight that will surely get through any second.
The first boot is tugged off, the other a second after that. She clambers to her feet and starts unbuttoning her jeans. They have to go. There is no choice. She peels them down over her legs and stamps on the spot to free her ankles and feet of the material. Her knickers get wrenched down next. Blood soaked and stinking with clots of goo from the first heavy bleed of her period. The doors in the corridor bang harder with more force generated. She pushes her hand between her legs that comes away covered in blood. Her bleed is heavier than normal. Brought on by stress, anxiety, fear and the sudden change of diet and lifestyle.
She launches the jeans at the door to the office then runs further down to throw her soiled panties behind the last desk. Clothing gone but now she has to worry about her own body. She spins, still frantic and spots the water cooler in the corner. The bang from outside comes hardest of all. A solid thumping and in her mind she imagines the doors slowly getting wider as the cable stretches.
Wash. Remove the smell. She crosses the office to the water cooler and presses the blue lever down. Water trickles out. A steady but painfully slow flow that she paws at to splash into her own groin that she thrusts towards the water machine. It’s not enough. She grabs a paper cup and waits while it fills. She washes. Fills another and washes again. Twisting her neck to look at the office door and the immense banging coming from the doors to the stairwell.
‘Come on,’ she wills the water to pour faster and fill the cup. ‘Sod it,’ she ditches the cup and wraps her arms round the blue plastic tub of water on the top. A grunt and she lifts, pushing through her legs to get the nozzle free from the hole. It pops out with a wet sucking sound and she staggers back under the sudden weight. Water cascades out down her front. She grunts to lift it higher while trying to get her groin forwards under the flow of water pouring out. Round and round in a tight circle, trying to keep her balance while emptying the water tub down her legs. As it gets lighter so she manages to hold it with one arm and uses the free hand to rub the inside tops of her thighs to sluice the blood and clots away.
The tub drops and she runs again. Past the bloodied jeans and out into the corridor. The impacts on the main doors are so much louder now and as she runs to the far end she glimpses back to see them slamming open a few inches as
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