<div style="text-align: justify;">Gina stayed where she was, as she could hear the creature moving closer and closer. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her mind raced like an animal in a trap. Should she try to get up and run? Or should she stay and accept her fate? It seemed like there wouldn't be any time to thinking, though, as the beast was already too close, and her ankle was too injured to allow for her usual speed. No, Gina would probably not be able to outrun the beast. Yet, she could trust her smaller size to squeeze in places the beast wouldn't be able to fit, and thus gain some time.<br/><br/>But it was too late for any planning now. The beast was there, and apparently hungry. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">And she would be the next course</span></span>. Or would she? When the beast started speaking in that hard to understand intonation Gina tried to make sense of what it was saying. My prey. Yes, she was right. She was about to be killed and eaten by the man she loved. Closing her eyes, Gina hoped he wouldn't be too horrified when he returned to normal. But...<br/><br/>Gina's eyes opened when the beast started trying to say something else. Her gaze fixed upon the beast, and she cowered a little in fear when the creature bit the tree beside her head. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, Gina dared to touch the creature's fur. She touched it carefully, ready to move away at the first sign of displeasure. "Yes. I am your Gina, Daniel", she murmured, trying to soothe the  beast's stress and confusion. "Come back to me, Dan...", she pleaded, hoping the creature would understand either her words or her intonation.</div>