Run

Jessica's muscles twitched into gear. Pivoting, she turned back the way she came, towards the dogs. She could hear the beast's heavy footset behind her in hot pursuit. But soon the sounds of barking became louder. Short of breath, Jessica risked a look behind her, and let out an exhale of relief when she saw the thing's back instead, it having chosen to return rather than chase her down. The barking grew in pitch. These dogs were the latest hunting fashion, but Jessica always felt they were trading one beast for another. Jessica had no desire to doddle, many of these cages looked of poor make. Quickly walking, Jessica came to an intersection. To her left were more dogs in cages and a high wall she thought she could maybe just barely touch the top of, and a dark ally to her right. Shrugging, Jessica went to the right, before the barking could get any louder. The barking diminished quickly however when turned the corner, giving Jessica some relief.
Jessica knew where she was again. She could return to the balcony the brute had first taken her (which should now be empty) or there was something of the militia hunter's house ahead.

Jessica thought disdainfully of the militia hunters, whom her patrons thought nothing but poorly of, self-important and frequently requisitioning things from the townsfolk. But they were too well armed, and they hadn't stopped the church from doing the same. Her patrons had told her to stay clear of them. Jessica swallowed. Their advice was usually selfish though, and she dimly worried they were concerned she'd rat them out for their beastly drinking habits. And her aunt spoke of them as if they were brave and righteous lot, doing what was necessary.

Then again, ravaged and reeking of the beast's seed as she was, perhaps exposing herself to hunters of any sort would be ill-advised.

Jessica pondered her options.