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Calmly, she observed her prey as they darted through the woods. The light of their flashlight ensured that she kept them in her sights, not that she needed it. Her training had made her senses almost, animalistic. Her eyes honed in on their frame as they rushed past the surrounding brush and trees. She watched as they stopped to rip a piece of paper off one of the trees. How many pages had they collected now? Three. Once they were a good distance away from her, she started after them. Her footsteps were silent as ever as she moved after them. Pity. The sense of her prey were so, obsolete compared to hers. She saw better in the dark.

She heard better better than them. She even smelt better than them. The scent of their sweat, the sound of their panting as they paused to catch their breath. The image of their frame leaning against a tree. She was aware of every move and sound they made, and the disgusting scent of their perspiration helped her to track them without issue. They started moving again, and she continued to follow. She paused whenever the took a break to catch their breath, but with every page they collected she began to move steadily closer. By the time they'd ripped the fifth page from its perch, she was done trying to keep hidden. They were too close to winning her masters game.

She didn't like that. Her grip tightened around the pipe she held in her hand. Like a cat toying with its catch, she began to play a game of her own. She moved closer to them, purposely making noise so they'd be aware of her presence. Fear isn't exactly something you can smell, but adrenaline can be. She could tell by that, that they were afraid. She liked that, a lot. She watched as they struggled to follow her movements. She allowed them to catch glimpses of her, and watched as they tried to rush away from her image. She smiled internally as they watched them struggle, enjoying their obvious panic in her presence. In the midst of it, they found and collected the sixth page.

With that, she stopped playing nice. Her movements fell silent once more so they wouldn't spot her. She approached them from behind, and with a swing of her arm the pipe collided with the back of their leg. She heard a pained shout escape them as the nails jutting from the end of her weapon tore into the flesh of their calf. The scent of blood hit her nostrils, and she was tempted to laugh as they struggled to rush away from her. The most that escaped her was a noiseless puff of air. She remained still for a moment as she watched them awkwardly limp away from her. Her weapon easily ruined the back of their leg. No doubt they'd be crippled if they were allowed to live.

Not that they'd survive the night. She'd make sure her master got to have all his fun. A bleeding, limping person wouldn't be able to collect the remaining pages before he got to them. Still, she wanted to have her fun. Once they were a good distance away, she resumed her little game of cat and mouse. She easily circled them as they struggled to walk, allowing them to catch sight of her every now and again for sake of keeping their adrenaline up. The game wouldn't be fun if they tired out and collapsed to accept their fate. Keeping their adrenaline up, meant making sure they had a decent amount of energy so they wouldn't pass out.

As this kept on, her ears honed in on the sound of her preys voice. They uttered all the usual questions. "Who are you?". "What do you want?". "Why are you doing this?". "Please, let me go!". Along with other such questions or pleas. Honestly, she toned them out. She didn't need to focus to know what they were asking. Having done this so many times in the past, she more or less had every possible statement memorized. As the game drew on, she eventually became bored. There wasn't much fun chasing around a crippled mouse. However, there was one last thing she could do to enjoy herself before she called it quits and stepped back so her mater could do what he did best.

At last, she stopped playing cat and mouse. She approached her prey noisily, purposely drawing their attention to her location. The light of their flashlight stung her eyes for a brief moment when they raised it to her face. She saw the usual fear and confusion. Not every night you get trapped in the woods with a strange, masked figure. Not every night that figure held a blood stained steel pipe sporting nails at one end. This time, she listened intently to their questions. Nothing unexpected. When they fell silent to await her response, she used her free hand to pull her mask from her face. With the object off of her, she watched with mild amusement as her prey stared at her in awe.

No doubt they'd assumed she was male. Everyone always gazed at her in surprise when they realized it was a woman tormenting them. Taking advantage of their stunned silent, she parted her lips and began to answer their questions. With her usual, annoying stutter, she explained what was going on. She spoke of her master, the Slenderman, and the game her target was playing. She informed them that their life was over, and that they'd die by the beings hands. She also stated that she was going to spend a little more time making sure they couldn't reach the next pages. Promises of her weapon meeting their limbs and flesh met the terrified persons ears.

As if what was to come wasn't terrifying enough, the expression and tone of voice the promises were given with made the terror worse. Cold eyes and a blank expression, with a voice devoid of any emotion. Once she was done with her statements, she returned the mask to her face. After that, she remained still for a moment while her prey turned to try and escape. Lazily, she turned her gaze to the weapon she held in her hand. She examined it for a moment, as if admiring the bits of cloth and skin that dangled from the nails at the bloodied end. Calmly, she rolled her shoulders and popped her neck a couple of times. With that, she approached her struggling target once more.

There was no mercy in her movements. No restraint when she raised her weapon, to practically throw it into the persons side. Slenderman would come soon. She wanted to have whatever fun she could, before she had to step down so the being could do his thing.

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Calmly, she observed her prey as they darted through the woods. The light of their flashlight ensured that she kept them in her sights, not that she needed it. Her training had made her senses almost, animalistic. Her eyes honed in on their frame as they rushed past the surrounding brush and trees. She watched as they stopped to rip a piece of paper off one of the trees. How many pages had they collected now? Three. Once they were a good distance away from her, she started after them. Her footsteps were silent as ever as she moved after them. Pity. The sense of her prey were so, obsolete compared to hers. She saw better in the dark.

She heard better better than them. She even smelt better than them. The scent of their sweat, the sound of their panting as they paused to catch their breath. The image of their frame leaning against a tree. She was aware of every move and sound they made, and the disgusting scent of their perspiration helped her to track them without issue. They started moving again, and she continued to follow. She paused whenever the took a break to catch their breath, but with every page they collected she began to move steadily closer. By the time they'd ripped the fifth page from its perch, she was done trying to keep hidden. They were too close to winning her masters game.

She didn't like that. Her grip tightened around the pipe she held in her hand. Like a cat toying with its catch, she began to play a game of her own. She moved closer to them, purposely making noise so they'd be aware of her presence. Fear isn't exactly something you can smell, but adrenaline can be. She could tell by that, that they were afraid. She liked that, a lot. She watched as they struggled to follow her movements. She allowed them to catch glimpses of her, and watched as they tried to rush away from her image. She smiled internally as they watched them struggle, enjoying their obvious panic in her presence. In the midst of it, they found and collected the sixth page.

With that, she stopped playing nice. Her movements fell silent once more so they wouldn't spot her. She approached them from behind, and with a swing of her arm the pipe collided with the back of their leg. She heard a pained shout escape them as the nails jutting from the end of her weapon tore into the flesh of their calf. The scent of blood hit her nostrils, and she was tempted to laugh as they struggled to rush away from her. The most that escaped her was a noiseless puff of air. She remained still for a moment as she watched them awkwardly limp away from her. Her weapon easily ruined the back of their leg. No doubt they'd be crippled if they were allowed to live.

Not that they'd survive the night. She'd make sure her master got to have all his fun. A bleeding, limping person wouldn't be able to collect the remaining pages before he got to them. Still, she wanted to have her fun. Once they were a good distance away, she resumed her little game of cat and mouse. She easily circled them as they struggled to walk, allowing them to catch sight of her every now and again for sake of keeping their adrenaline up. The game wouldn't be fun if they tired out and collapsed to accept their fate. Keeping their adrenaline up, meant making sure they had a decent amount of energy so they wouldn't pass out.

As this kept on, her ears honed in on the sound of her preys voice. They uttered all the usual questions. "Who are you?". "What do you want?". "Why are you doing this?". "Please, let me go!". Along with other such questions or pleas. Honestly, she toned them out. She didn't need to focus to know what they were asking. Having done this so many times in the past, she more or less had every possible statement memorized. As the game drew on, she eventually became bored. There wasn't much fun chasing around a crippled mouse. However, there was one last thing she could do to enjoy herself before she called it quits and stepped back so her mater could do what he did best.

At last, she stopped playing cat and mouse. She approached her prey noisily, purposely drawing their attention to her location. The light of their flashlight stung her eyes for a brief moment when they raised it to her face. She saw the usual fear and confusion. Not every night you get trapped in the woods with a strange, masked figure. Not every night that figure held a blood stained steel pipe sporting nails at one end. This time, she listened intently to their questions. Nothing unexpected. When they fell silent to await her response, she used her free hand to pull her mask from her face. With the object off of her, she watched with mild amusement as her prey stared at her in awe.

No doubt they'd assumed she was male. Everyone always gazed at her in surprise when they realized it was a woman tormenting them. Taking advantage of their stunned silent, she parted her lips and began to answer their questions. With her usual, annoying stutter, she explained what was going on. She spoke of her master, the Slenderman, and the game her target was playing. She informed them that their life was over, and that they'd die by the beings hands. She also stated that she was going to spend a little more time making sure they couldn't reach the next pages. Promises of her weapon meeting their limbs and flesh met the terrified persons ears.

As if what was to come wasn't terrifying enough, the expression and tone of voice the promises were given with made the terror worse. Cold eyes and a blank expression, with a voice devoid of any emotion. Once she was done with her statements, she returned the mask to her face. After that, she remained still for a moment while her prey turned to try and escape. Lazily, she turned her gaze to the weapon she held in her hand. She examined it for a moment, as if admiring the bits of cloth and skin that dangled from the nails at the bloodied end. Calmly, she rolled her shoulders and popped her neck a couple of times. With that, she approached her struggling target once more.

There was no mercy in her movements. No restraint when she raised her weapon, to practically throw it into the persons side. Slenderman would come soon. She wanted to have whatever fun she could, before she had to step down so the being could do his thing.