The bitterness of my sweat introduces itself to my mouth, and it crawls around, intertwining with my saliva, then worming down my throat, breeding a roaring cough. The produced cough rings in the ears of my enemy. I can perceive the predator’s eyes on me, urging to find my location. My body tenses up, and the slightest movement is critical to my survival. There is a weakness in me when the predator comes close. The feeling of my life closing shut like a door, shivers through my undamaged body. I can smell the predator’s desperate urgency for blood, my blood. My heart throbs in my fingertips as I cling as closely to my life as I can. It’s almost as so I can hear it, like a timebomb ringing repeatedly in my eardrums. Steps are being taken towards me, each one closing any chance I have left of living. When it is almost as if I can smell the odor of my consumers breath, and feel their forceful teeth clenching and shearing the flesh straight off of my bones, the Gods above feel a pity for me, and they swiftly send a distraction, taking over the appetite from the beast of prey that has been actively hunting through most of its days. I feel invincible, and knowing that my predator would never have the satisfaction of running away with me as their prey makes me feel even more so.