HELP? *gulp*

I looked around me. There was nothing but disaster. In my panic, I shouted, "Help! Help!"

But it was all in vain. No one could hear my cries now. I was very much on my own.

I ran until it felt like my lungs were going to give out. My legs ached. Beads of perspiration formed and trickled down my face, stinging my eyes, obscuring my vision.

Oh, no! A dead end.

I swerved to my right, panting heavily. I could sense him right behind me; enormous, his footsteps causing a mini earthquake.

I kept running, avoiding the overturned pots and pans; fear driving me to push myself to the limit despite every muscle in my body yelling at me to stop.

I turned to look at him. He was gaining on me!

Snap!

I felt a sharp pain in my tail. I looked toward the source of the pain -- it was trapped, caught.
Defenseless, I thought.

I shivered. I looked up.

And there he was; laughing, sinister.

He grabbed me by the tail and held me over a large pail of water.

He stared me in the eyes, still laughing.

And I knew I was doomed.

p.s: This is a story (edited) that my partner and I came up with when our lecturer (yes, the same one) asked us to complete the essay. She gave us only that first line. The rest is ours. :P