Krystal bolted. She had picked the direction at random but it seemed she had picked well as a huge archway soon loomed into view. Gothic pillars covered in a strange cryptic writing framed the escape route.
She had no time to stop and admire either the architecture or the writing. Behind her she could hear the demon horde roar in frustration. She could hear hooves thundering on the warm scaly ground. Was she being chased by demons on horse back?
Krystal ran on, dashing under the archway and down the dark tunnel.
When she feel she knew she had been tripped. Her ankle caught on a thick, fleshy, rope and it sent her tumbling forwards. The fall was just the first problem. The rope was the second. Krystal could feel it wrap around her ankle, squirming like a squid’s tentacle as it tightened its grip on her.
Frantically she rolled over, reaches down and tried to rip it from her foot. |