She didn't know how long she had been running. Euston station, Oxford street, shopping for silk dresses and pretty shoes... it seemed like weeks ago. The strange man following her, the cloth covering her face... it all seemed like a distant memory. But it was only this morning that her nightmare had begun. At least she thought it was this morning... maybe she had been unconscious for days instead of hours? Perhaps this wasn't even England any more?
She didn't know where they were, but she could hear them moving softly through the trees. The men and women in strange hunting masks who never spoke, but who had circled her before the man who called himself "her runner" had dragged her, kicking and screaming, into the fields for the hunt. He told her that they would have their sport with her once night fell....
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