
Please, someone help me! Please!she screams, her voice breaking as she trips over roots and rocks. The goblins, cruel and methodical, are in no rush. They relish in her fear, keeping just close enough to strike her with small, painful cuts and bruises, savoring her torment.
Please, don't leave me here! Help!Each cut, each bruise, saps her strength further, and she can feel herself nearing the edge of exhaustion. Her body trembles, her legs heavy and unsteady. The forest feels like a maze of shadows and threats, every step more difficult than the last.
Why are you doing this? Please, just let me go!they enjoy her suffering, taking their time, waiting for the moment when she will collapse, utterly defeated and at their mercy.