\Warm blood drips from my busted lip onto the icy ground beneath me, staining the snow. Mud and ice cake underneath my fingernails and between my fingers on my numb, freezing hands. My whole body aches where I hit the pavement when I leaped from Scott's Camaro. Despite the pain I feel, I keep clawing my fingers into the cold, wet, ground in desperation, attempting to climb the steep, mountain slope to get away from Scott.
What little ground I manage to gain, I quickly lose sliding down the slope towards Scott. With nothing to hold onto, escape seems impossible. I don't think Scott is going to give chase waiting patiently at the bottom of the slope for me to slide right into his clutches.
From out of nowhere, a ghostly voice echoes in my head. A haunting image of a faceless, translucent figure with a bluish aura around it appears in front of me in the mountain mist. Hovering just inches above the ground, the ghost like figure appears to be waving and coaxing me to go on, giving me a small sense of hope. I'm so hysterical I can only assume I'm hallucinating - this can't be real.
"Be patient, Amanda. Your time has not yet come to an end." The ghostly hallucination affirms with an eerie, haunting voice that echoes in my head.
"What?" I reply as if I'm talking to myself, temporarily forgetting the severity of my situation.
"Judgment is coming this day." The ghostly hallucination promises, fading from my visibility before I can respond.
"Help me." I mutter under my breath as I stretch one of my arms out, reaching towards nothingness where the hallucination appeared.
Physically drained, I give up hope and slide to the bottom of the steep, icy, mountain slope. I'm too exhausted from struggling to climb the snow covered, mountain slope to put up much of a fight. The shadow of Scott looms over me, obscuring the afternoon sunlight.
I collapse face down into the icy slush beneath me. Towering over me with his menacing 6'2" stature like a predator, Scott sizes me up like helpless prey before kneeling beside me. Then, he grabs a hold to my jacket collar, snatching me away from the mountain slope.
"Let go of me, Scott!" I shout, attempting to wiggle myself free from my jacket. "Help! Somebody help me, please!" I scream as Scott drags me across the frigid ground face down towards his Camaro.
"You made a fool of yourself attempting to escape - and did it get you, Amanda?" Scott taunts me with his cat and mouse games while I fight and resist anyway possible.
Dissatisfied there's still plenty of fight left in me, Scott ceases dragging me to towards the Camaro. Rolling me over onto my back, he straddles my weakened body and pummels my face with his fists countless times until I'm nearly unconscious. Satisfied there's no fight left in me, Scott hoists my limp body across the hood of his car face down. Then, he methodically undresses me with his knife, exposing my bare skin to the frigid mountain air.
"You've got more fight in you than your pussy ass brother - he hit like a little girl." Scott jokes, throwing huge chunks of my clothing into a pile at my feet." It's a pity he isn't here." He whispers in my ear, dragging the blade slowly across my flesh, scratching me with tip of it and drawing blood.
