The thin branches acted as whips upon her skin, tearing her clothing and marking her skin as she attempted to make her way further from the farmhouse until she was able to find civilization once more. But with each step forward, she only found herself deeper into seclusion with the only sign of life having been her own heaving breath and that of her huntsman. Dodging the low hanging limbs in front of her, Cartier seemed to gain a sense of clarity through these steps until she was forced to the ground by an unseen trunk that forced her gaze to blur and her head to ache from having been hit.
“Here…” A kind voice spoke before Cartier was lifted upright and escorted to an unseen vehicle. Expecting to hear the discharge of a bullet or the feeling of a blade against her skin, Cartier was surpr
