He catches up to her almost immediatly and she knew she had no chance in outrunning this thing...still, she ran, pouring her heart into it, her blood racing, her heart pumping, her throat becoming hoarse from screaming. She dodged his first swing, running wide to try and escape...but he came at her from the other side, slashing at her dress. His long nails caught the flimsy fabric and ripped it apart with ease. Her shoulder strap tore and fell down her arm. Her side was exposed, the fabric shredded and covering nothing. She gasped as she saw her boob bounce in and out with her running motions and she covered it with a hand, always running...running until she felt her lungs would burst.