You run from me, I follow you.
Bare pads of feet on soil, dirt caked underneath nails. Too deeply embedded to clean off, but neither of us care. Hair lost in a mess of leaves and feathershard to tell the difference now, it's as if they've grown into you, buried themselves right into your pores. Your skinnaked except for its sheenglistens as we run through the spaces where light shines through the thick overhang. You think that you know me because we've been here before, but you don't know anything about me, nothing at all. How could you have thought that you knew me from this little runaway scene? How could you have thought that you knew me? You're only prey.
You're only prey, I repeat, and you turn around and laugh at me, your breath catching as you run a bit faster. I walk steadily behind you because I know that you'll give up, because as much as you don't know me, I know you down to the very fiber of your existence. Pulling on leaves and branches as I walk behind you, too focused on you to care about what my hands pull or grab at anymore. Tempted to just catch you already and be done with this struggle.
I pick up a rock and throw it at your feet; you trip and fall immediately. You're too easy, I yell through a smirk, Try harder. Rather than getting up and running, you give me the finger and throw the rock back at me, missing, of course. Run before I catch you, I warn, Run before it's too late. So predictable: you do as I say, without hesitation, because as much as you don't know me, you know the look in my eyes and you know that when I tell you to run, I mean run. As much as I claim to not want to frighten you away, I want to frighten you, terrify you, instill you with such fear that you cannot do anything but feel the need to run every second of every day, such fear that as much as you want to run, you can't because you know that I'd find you the moment you tried.
Disappear for moments because you're taking too much time and the hunt is boring me. Watch you from behind trees and bushes, run alongside you a bit; silly you, searching, turning around a few times like a stupid puppy chasing its tail, looking to see where I've gone. You didn't bargain for this, didn't expect it, but I'm giving it to you regardless. Finally, you give up. You yell, "Where are you?" In a moment your cheek is pressed against twigs, leaves, whatever else is in the mud, right arm twisted behind your back. Do you know how much I need you? Resist me, you struggle and whine and scream for help. Legs spread and zipper unzipped, don't cry to me when it hurts. You act like you don't want me, but I feel it there, I feel it when I enter you and I know it exists. It's fire on skin.
You try again to escape my body, your left hand grasping at random things, smashing them on my flesh to try to hurt me. It doesn't, it never does, and as much as you run away and push me, I follow you and I push back. Can't deny this, can you, it's too much and it's overbearing and it has no reins. We can't control this anymore. You're on your back now and I'm coming in you; and you, you're still pushing at my chest, digging your claws into me. Stop resisting me, it's done already. It's done, it's finished, you can stop crying now. Kiss your eyes and press my mouth to yours, tongue forcing itself between your lips because I want to taste every bit of you. You bite me and spit in my face. Good pet, I remind, because you know that I don't want you to give up yet.
But I want surrender. To chase after you and capture you. To pull you as you push me, to push you as you pull me. To make you run and follow you in the darkness. To taste the dirt on your lips after I've impaled your unwilling body. To make you scared to leave me.