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All that pulsed through Wooly's head was the fear-induced urge to run.
He hadn't been running for long, but it felt like an eternity to the lamb. The chase was on, and he could sense Amanda was on his trail now.
The predator always would catch up to their prey, one way or another.
Twigs snapped, and dirt scuffled with each hasty step the sprinting lamb took. His cloven-toed legs were pounding heavily against the ground, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
"Wooooolyyyyy, where did you go? Stop running! "
She said the first part of her sentence in a sing-song voice, which sounded nearly saccharine. However, her vocals became a lot more distorted as she commanded the sheep to stop fleeing.
By the tone of her voice, she sounded infuriated. Out of impulse, Wooly veered left and raced behind a tree to hide. The tunnel vision began to kick in, terror filling his lungs. He was now erratically breathing, placing his hands over his mouth to not give away his hiding spot to Amanda. His muscles were tensed, causing his movements to lock. He had now frozen in place, knees wobbling from the distress.
Wooly's heart felt like it was in his throat. No matter how much he'd cry out for Amanda to stop, he knew she would not listen. She wouldn't stop pursuing him until he was on the ground, bleeding out.
His arms tightly wrapped around his fur, which he had pulled on habitually at times. He desired for this all to end. Why couldn't he have KEPT HIS MOUTH SHUT?!
Momentarily, Wooly was pulled out of his frenzied thoughts at the sound of ragged, heavy breaths. She was close now. Blood pounded in his ears, fight-or-flight response kicking into his system faster than he could even realize. There was a pause in the breathing, and she sniffed. Wooly waited, with bated breath. That was not a good sign, not in the slightest. A spontaneous thought burst into his brain, and he acted once again without thinking. Another mistake he had made, because Wooly staggered upon something blocking his path. He bleated out in surprise, his body making contact with the forest floor.
Suspense filled the silent air, and there were steps now coming towards the sound that just gave Wooly's whereabouts away.
Wooly turned over with a grunt, eyes growing wider than the moon at the sudden sight of Amanda towering over him. Her arms were elongated, fading into a sick, ghostly white color. She had spidery hands, with sharp fingers that could cut him right up.
"There you are." she croaked out, a sickening smile creeping onto her face. The sight made his head spin, and he felt like curling up right then and there. He wanted to start screaming, to start begging for mercy. For his life.
"Oh, Wooly, you really do like to run," she shook her head, that same, twisted grin still on her face, "We can certainly change that, can't we?"
The implications behind her words weren't entirely unclear. Injury was clearly implied, about to come hurdling at Wooly faster than a speeding bullet.
"No, no- please Amanda-!" Wooly begged, and shuffled backwards at a rapid pace. He tried to shrink further away from the girl, but to no avail. She advanced further towards him, stretching out her extensive forearm with the spider-like fingers and clamping it down upon one of his legs.
Wooly began to bleat in terror, his words slurring as he began to beg for her to stop; he'd swear he would do better as to not upset her.
Amanda halted, which gave Wooly a slight relief. This feeling was instantly smashed to bits and pieces, and her wiry, large hand placed a great deal of pressure around his leg; especially around the lower part. Wooly thrashed, the pressure growing and growing until-
Crack. Snap.
Wooly screamed.
An unbearable pain shot up his leg, which felt like fire coursing through him. The pain came through intense, large waves that never stopped for a second. He cried out, tears starting to stream down his cheeks. Amanda started to cackle at his response to the pain she inflicted upon her friend.
"You're so silly when you scream!" She exclaimed, with a voice drenched in fake glee. There was much sinister intent behind her tone and words. However, Wooly's main focus was on the agonizing terror and pain he was being subjected to.
Wooly curled on his side, face scrunching up with a red tint beginning to color his cheeks; this was due to the amount of tears coursing down his cheeks. He stammered out bleats of terror, stumbling over his jumbled words a myriad of times.
"Ple-PLEASH- PLEASE! SSH--SHTO-SHTOP IT!" Wooly sobbed, his hands swatting uselessly at Amanda's. She giggled at his futile attempt to get her to go away.
"Shh, shh.." Amanda cooed, and brought a spider-like finger to Wooly's cheek, wiping off a tear despite how violently he flinched at this action. Rage simmered in her brown eyes. Suddenly, she grinded her teeth, brows furrowing together.
"You know this is your fault, don't you?!" Amanda shrieked at him, her arachnoid hand firmly grasping his chin; she watched his lip flutter and quiver, pupils pulsing in apprehension. His wide eyes were all puffy and red now, tears smeared all over his face. He looked dumbfounded, and ready to protest. The words fell right from his hopeless grasp, right as Amanda continued her exasperated spiel.
"You know you can't make me mad, but you did, didn't you? Then you run, like the little coward you are!" She sneered, each word laced with fury. And each word said was a new gash from her spider-like, sharp fingers upon Wooly's trembling body. He took the brunt of the verbal and physical abuse from his friend, but he did not take it well. His breath came in wheezing gasps. Both of her hands grabbed his wool, and tightened around his body.
"You are a PATHETIC, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING CRYBABY!"
She carelessly and easily tossed him head-first into a tree. Wooly made no sound to indicate his suffering, his body of dirtied and bloody wool slumped on the grass and dirt.
He heaved out quiet whines and gasps, his vision temporarily blurred. Everything felt strangely numb now to Wooly. Exhaustion overwhelmed him, and the lamb felt disoriented. He brought up a hand to the empty feeling upon his head, and pulling it back. He could see a bright scarlet red coating his fingers. Wooly whined, head collapsing on the forest floor in utter defeat. Amanda walked over, her attempts at cooling off seeming to work a little.
Wooly's throbbing head told him to rest. He was exhausted, and restricted of movement. Not like he could move, or walk, for that matter. Tears welled in his drooping eyes as Amanda forced him to sit up. The tears spilled down his cheeks, but Wooly was indifferent to this.
"Get up, dummy." Amanda hissed, snapping her fingers repeatedly in Wooly's drooping, tear-stricken face. Any ounce of compassion from the sheep was depleted now. The girl's facial features crinkled slightly with the grimace, looking at the bleeding gashes, bruises and cuts strewn across his entire body. His leg was swollen, and looked a little out of place.
Amanda shook her head, reminding herself this was to teach Wooly a lesson. Surely he would get the gist of it, through months of recovery.
"Oh, Wooly, look at you. You're all... beaten up."
'Beaten up' was a gross understatement. Wooly should have been knocked unconscious, and now it was like he was a husk of who he once was.
"Something's wrong with you again, is that it? You're all broken."
Wooly gave no response to the girl, who placed a hand on her hip. Amanda wasn't even certain the lamb was fully conscious, or listening. It did not matter, because she would fix him. She always would, no matter if she caused the pain upon him or not.
"No matter, my friend. I will fix you again."
Amanda hoisted Wooly into her arms, holding him precariously as though not to injure him any further. She cringed slightly as his head rolled slightly, those bleak eyes of his not moving a bit. Nonetheless, Amanda continued off into the distance.
Wooly could no longer let out those bleats of protest.
It was hopeless for doing so in the end.