Run

She ran helter-skelter 
Ran far from her captor.
Her breath was loud and uneven, 
Feeling that this was definitely far from heaven. 

She whipped her head around
But he could not be found.
She felt her anxiety dip
But suddenly felt her shirt rip. 

She wiggled out of her torn top 
But felt her shoulder pop.
A rush of pain surged through her
And she heard him murmur with no fear

"I've got you my dear."

It's after my exams and I've been doing my daily thing, which is to roll around and read books. I've recently finished like two or three thrillers, so I guess that's where this came from. hahaha