A woman in disheveled clothes was fleeing through the woods.
She was covered in wounds, blood dripping from her fingertips. She kept glancing back over her shoulder as she ran.
Seeing no pursuers behind her, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But when she turned her head forward again, a face—tongue out, leering hideously—was right in front of her.
The woman froze on the spot, and then he licked her face.
"AH!!!"
Her shriek had barely rung out when, to her surprise, the man in front of her also yelled "Ah!" before launching a kick that sent her flying.
"Screaming, screaming, always screaming!
"Why weren't you screaming last night?
"When you're supposed to make a sound, you're like a block of wood, a corpse! But when you're not supposed to, you scream like this!"
Unable to contain his fury, the man rushed forward, raining slaps down on her indiscriminately.
The woman shrieked in pain, instinctively covering her face and begging for mercy:
