I glance over my shoulder. I don't make it.

Obviously.

I hardly got anywhere at all, maybe twenty-five yards out of a hundred. I can see the shadow looming and smell the mixture of sweat and cattle. I tense up, bracing for impact, waiting to feel those horns tear through me.

Emma cries out!

Nothing. Well, not nothing. It doesn't skewer me at least. The ground shakes as the thing bounds past me. This is the closest I've been to it while completely vertical and completely conscious. It's so bulky with limbs as thick as my body, but it moves so gracefully. I'm barely taller than its waist. It's beside me then in front of me.

I try to slow down, but stumble. My ankle twists and I barrel right into it. Its chest might as well be a brick wall. My shoulder lights up with pain when I collide.

The minotaur is standing over me, pacing back and forth. It stamps the earth and huffs through its snout. I work up the courage to look up from the ground and find it bent over staring right into my face.

Out of instinct I scream. The beast roars. I think I'll pass out from its breath, or from fear staring into its fanged jaws. I try to crawl backwards, but it grabs me by he legs. its hands are big enough to easily grip both of my legs in one. It lifts me up and roars in my face once more. Dangling there upside down I can't make a sound. I can't shout for help or even beg. What good would it do.

I'm tossed harshly to the ground. I roll until colliding with some roots tangled over a boulder. The loose rocks that had cut into my bare feet jabbed into any exposed flesh. Some stuck to me some scattered off kicking up dust. I try to crawl into a crevasse formed by a split two rocks. The thick roots bar my way. It's no use. I can't escape.

I feel its grip on one of my legs and I'm wrenched free from any cover. What's left of the intricate leather cuirass comes apart in its hands. It might as well have been a candy wrapper. (More importantly who am I and how do I know what a cuirass is??)

The creature places a heavy clawed hand on my naked chest. At first I try to kick and wriggle away. It bats my attacks away and makes a rumbling sound almost like laughter. My energy is spent. It's too strong.

I watch one surprisingly human hand stoke its glistening cock. I won't survive this. That cock could spear me from my pussy to my throat. The brute slaps its cock between my splayed out legs. It's already leaking precum from the flared head. The chase must have gotten it worked up. The thick white spunk splattering across my tits is more than I've seen any normal man shoot. The smell of it burns my nostrils and makes my head spin.

It's hard to see straight, I'm not sure if it's the fear or being knocked around so much. It squeezes me tighter digging the sharp claws into my flesh. I scream out again, but clam up immediately.