Beth trips!

Sarah heard a surprised yelp followed by a grunt.

As she turned she saw that Beth, her youngest sister, had tripped over something on the track. Beth had been running at full speed when she fell, and she went sprawling onto her hands and knees. She looked up at Sarah with very wide eyes.

Sarah shuddered as a cheer went up from the spectators.

The pursuers were surging towards them, spurred on by the signs of weakness in their prey. 'Bitch Tamer' was staring Sarah straight in the eyes with a predatory grin on his face. He thrust his hips lewdly as he ran.

Sarah faced a difficult decision: Should she turn back and help her sister, or keep running?

On one hand, she had no desire to watch her little sister be publicly inseminated by some Douchebag. On the other, she couldn't forget the crude things that 'Bitch Tamer' had said to her before the race, and she knew that if she stopped now then that little perv... and after all, Beth was the one who had tripped, why should she put her ass on the line to save her?