Bonesplinter Ravine Nod my head, don’t close my eyes

Her entire being protested her escape. Her mind knew it was pointless and likely to make things worse. Her heart knew it would only kill her spirit that much more when he caught her. Her body knew she didn't have the stamina to get far enough away to make a difference. But her pride reused to let her give up. She would not be stuck here. This was not happening to her. 

She limped more and more, and her heart felt like it might explode. She heard him yelling at her, toying with her—Kynareth. He could have ended this already, she knew, but he was fucking with her like the monster that he was. She didn't care, though, she kept running, pushing, hoping. 

But her injured leg had finally had enough. It buckled beneath her as she pushed herself, and she stumbled forward, face-planting in the rock and skidding forward. She was so tired. Tired and finally defeated. So she just laid there and cried, waiting, and slowly exiting her mind so that she could somehow deal with how hopeless this all was.