Castle Of Woe 4 (Patreon)

The creature got closer with each step no matter how hard she pumped her legs, it's horrid breath blowing hotter and hotter on her back.

Panic began setting in for the raven haired woman, no longer taking in her surroundings, just running. And running. And running as fast as she could, desperation and terror the only things guiding her.

Right off of a balcony.

By the time she'd realized what she had done, it was too late to do anything about it as she blindly leapt over the wall, screaming with horror as she plummeted down towards the hard concrete, internally begging for a miracle which would never come.