5 Hunted 4yr

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I write this while incapacitated and waiting, waiting for the creatures to take me. They have played with their food long enough and I can hear their laughs within my mind, yet my ears have been rendered useless in avoiding the beasts. They do not make a sound, and in terms of looks I have gazed upon just one for a brief moment as I was engulfed in darkness. All I saw was the sleek muscular body of what I believe was a cat although... I am not so sure anymore. When it moved its body seemed to shift and change into a chitinous mass similar to that of an insect. I do not know what this creature truly looks like for my eyes may decieve me and I am left robbed of my senses left only to chuckle as I swallow the bitter irony of a man who prided himself as a hunter being toyed with for seemingly sport. Night draws near and although I have made it to dawn before I believe it was only due to the creatures sadistic tendency, giving me but a glimmer of hope before it feasts upon it. Daylight once felt so safe, as we have the safety of day etched into our being, the sunlight being akin to a child's blanket. Now however I find myself doubting my instincts, for I can feel the creatures gaze upon