C11 Fear

The metallic glint of his machete above me triggers an instant surge of adrenaline.

I can hear the sharp whistling of the machete as it comes closer, and I instinctively sidestep, narrowly avoiding having a few strands of my hair sliced off. As he runs after me again, a startled scream erupts from my throat, echoing through the air. His grip on my neck tightens