Jasmine was hidden away in the trees, taking slow steps back away from the group of bandits as she swallowed hard. She was glad that she had moccasins on that masked her footsteps, but the dress made it hard to take the steps. Then, just as she took a step back, a loud, resonating crack filled the air and echoed around her as her eyes widened. She looked down, seeing the broken shards and remnants of a stick, she had stepped on it. She looked back towards the Bandits, they had heard her, she knew by the way each head was turned in her direction. She suddenly wished that she had stayed on the path.
She scooped up the hem of her skirt in one hand and turned as she begin to run, trying to get away from them, or at least put distance between herself and the men. She could only imagine what they would do to her if they caught her. She let out a yelp and a cry as she stumbled, losing her balance in her cursed dress, as a ripping sound also resonated through the woods, her dress tearing up to her waist, the large tear exposing her leg and her undergarments. She cried as she tumbled to the ground, putting her hands out to break her fall, rocks, and sticks scraping and digging into the palms of her hands as she struggled to get back on her feet, the hem of her dress tangled and wrapped around the trunk of a fallen tree.
She looked up, fear rippling through her as she tugged hopelessly on her tangled dress, trying to get it free as she struggled to get back up on her feet. She let out a whimper of fear as she tugged harder, almost desperately, preparing to scream if they came near her as she took in a breath, waiting for the right moment to let it pierce the air and, perhaps, attract the attention of the villagers, her mother, or her father as she tugged on the dress, her eyes the size of saucers.
She scooped up the hem of her skirt in one hand and turned as she begin to run, trying to get away from them, or at least put distance between herself and the men. She could only imagine what they would do to her if they caught her. She let out a yelp and a cry as she stumbled, losing her balance in her cursed dress, as a ripping sound also resonated through the woods, her dress tearing up to her waist, the large tear exposing her leg and her undergarments. She cried as she tumbled to the ground, putting her hands out to break her fall, rocks, and sticks scraping and digging into the palms of her hands as she struggled to get back on her feet, the hem of her dress tangled and wrapped around the trunk of a fallen tree.
She looked up, fear rippling through her as she tugged hopelessly on her tangled dress, trying to get it free as she struggled to get back up on her feet. She let out a whimper of fear as she tugged harder, almost desperately, preparing to scream if they came near her as she took in a breath, waiting for the right moment to let it pierce the air and, perhaps, attract the attention of the villagers, her mother, or her father as she tugged on the dress, her eyes the size of saucers.