Ahead

Leanne charged forwards into another dimly lit corridor. She could hear the guy’s footsteps close behind and didn’t even peer over her shoulder to look at him. Tearing around the next corner she was met by another line of identical doorways. Each the same as the other hallways she’d walked down.

She was **** for a safe space and without checking flung open the nearest door and darted inside. She quickly closed it behind her again. Pressing her ear to the hard wood listening carefully for signs of her pursuer. However she could only hear her own **** panting. She was safe for the moment and began to relax until she heard movement and a familiar voice.

"Well, hello again dear." Leanne leapt to her feet. "I like your new dress. So short and sexy. Why don't you come closer so I can see it better?"

Sat across the room was the grotesquely obese figure of Mr. Richardson.