"Now, Lily. I'm going to let you up. Be a good little girl and don't run away, otherwise, I'm going to have to hurt you."
Lily could see the anger in his eyes and knew how dangerous this man could be. He had done things to her... Things she would never forget. But she had survived him. Just. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes for only a second. She mustered a nod and so the man released her.
The thought of running never entered her mind. She knew how fast he was.
* * * * *
"Run little girl. You know that I'm going to find you!"
Lollie hid behind a little wooden crate. It was only just large enough to obscure her body from view. She hit at the wood in an attempt to break part of it off to use as a weapon but it was just making noise. She could hear his footsteps getting closer. She pulled away from the box, getting her already ripped clothes caught on a splinter. Instead of hesitating and sorting herself out, she just ran, not caring that part of her top was left behind.
"I can hear your footsteps."
She was panting, desperate to breathe but she knew that if she stopped now, it was all over. So she kept running.
"I love it when I have to chase you."
The tears were rolling down her face. Every stunted breath burnt her lungs and every step made her feel the pain in her cut feet even more. She could feel the wind rushing against her face, through her hair and her clothes, and resented it. It was free. It was tormenting her.
"But you know how this will end, Lily."
His voice filled her ears. She had got further than ever before. She knew that this was her chance. Now or never.
"I will catch you. And tell me, what will happen when I do?"
She turned, hoping to see him far away. But she saw nothing - nobody was chasing her. She slowed to a stop.
"Tell me Lily."
She spun on the spot. Clive lept out of the shadows and grabbed her, lifting her from the ground and spinning her to see her face. She felt his face press up against hers and winced.
As he shouted, she screamed. Hoping to have weakened his grip, she struggled and tried to free herself. She could feel his face again, his lips warm against her cheek.
"You aren't going anywhere. You are mine."
"Please." she said weakly.
And with that she let darkness wash over her, willing it to do so. For she knew that if she felt what he was about to do, she wouldn't be able to live with herself.
* * * * *
"So I take it you remember me, Lily."
"People don't call me that anymore."
"Then what should I call you?"
"My name is Lollie."
"Very 70s. Ready?"
"So am I."
"So it won't work any more. You can't hurt me like you used to."
"What makes you think that?"
"Is that it then? You've come all this way just for that?"
He nodded with satisfaction.
"You are sick."
"Why thank you Lollie."
"Why won't you just leave me alone?"
"That's not how things work though is it?"
"That was so long ago, Clive."
"But we agreed, Lily."
"What you did shattered that."
"I disagree. Remember what we said?"
She turned but he grabbed her hair and pulled, hard. She could feel his face against her again, just as she had all those years ago. His mouth opened and soft words spilled directly into her ear.
"Say it, my dear. Say those words you said to me that day."
"I take you to be my husband until death do us part." she shuddered as she said the words.
"But it hasn't has it? We're together again. Death did not part us."
"To have and to hold. Just like old times, eh Lil?"
"You aren't...?" she was afraid. So afraid.
"Oh Lily. Of course I am! How else am I supposed to act? I am at last reunited with you, my wife."