Duck Lake going nowhere, going nowhere

She nearly rolled her eyes when he called her fluffy again. Yes, she was, but it was not a nickname! He told her he would give chase in five seconds. Five. You're not prey. Prey is what gets chased. You are a wolf, not prey. Four. It's to save your life from a crazed torturer. You really want more marks? Three. Run already. You're not prey. But survive. Star all too vividly remembered being covered in crimson dappling. And across her vision flickered an image of her writhing in pain while she was cut down the middle and bloodily gutted by the silver eyed man. Two. Star darted off as fast as a deer through the forest on the run. But not prey. One. Her path was wild and jagged, swerving in different directions often, but always away from him. But she didn't have time to look and check how close he was, so instead she focused ahead on her goal, away from Crescendo.