The Game

She is taken to a remote, privately owned island...
The game is about to begin...
It is early morning, barely dawn..
the fog is thick, menacing, stifling...
They are ready, to begin...

She is stripped, save for a cape...
and told to run...
She gets a 10 minute head start...

But where to run?
How to run, when she can't see...the fog, thick in her vision...
She has to run until she hears the bells, game over..

If she gets caught, she is at the mercy of whoever catches her...
She is scared...private land, no rules...

She runs, hits a fence, trips over unseen branches and thick sand...
she hears their breathing, their footsteps...
She can't see, where to go?? which way?? 
Panic...why aren't the bells ringing???

She sees a hand reaching to her from the mist...it looks detached,  a ghost grabbing at her ...
She slaps it away and tries to run...it grabs her and pulls her down...
She is caught...no bells ringing...at their mercy...

What is happening to her, leaves her mind...she floats above the chaos, the pain, the grunts and groans and howls of pleasure...
She still wins the game...IN her mind...
The bells start to ring....
too late for her.....she hides her fear, in the fog...
the bells soothe her....
the game is over....