Page 107 of Heartless Sinner
Leatherface grabbed my ankle before I could get it.
“Get the fuck off me!” I kicked wildly at him, but he yanked me down from the tree.
I slammed into the dirt hard.
Before I could even suck in a breath, the roaring chainsaw came straight at my face. I screamed and squeezed my eyes shut.
When nothing happened, I cracked them back open.
He plunged the blade into the dirt inches from my head.
I rolled onto my stomach, scrambled to my feet, and ran.
Leatherface ripped the chainsaw free from the ground and followed me at that slasher-movie pace where the killer walked but somehow always caught up.
I tore through the trees. An arrow split the bark directly in front of my face. I jumped back with a shriek.
Their maniacal laughter followed me through the woods.
So glad they’re having fun.
The motorcycle reached me first. It clipped my side hard enough to throw me into the brush. Branches scratched at my face as I crashed into the leaves.
I barely managed to shove myself upright when the bike circled back.
The chainsaw came next.
Another arrow.
Headlights flashed between the trees.
They weren’t just chasing me. They were herding me.
I took off again, following the only path they’d left open. Through the darkness, a massive chain-link fence appeared with a blinding spotlight above it. Razor-sharp coils of barbed wire covered the top.
I threw myself at the fence.
My arms shook as I climbed.
My body begged me to stop.
To give up.
To give them what they wanted.
No way in hell.
I kept climbing until I reached the top.
Leatherface stepped to the fence at the same time and slammed the chainsaw against the links. The metal vibrated in my hands.
I threw myself over the barbed wire, screaming as the sharp points sliced through my arms. Thank God I’d worn sweatpants.
The second I cleared the top, my arms gave out. I crashed onto the other side.
It took me a few agonizing seconds before I managed to lift my face from the dirt.
A small table sat a few feet away under a solar lantern.
