"Okay okay! I'm coming!" Tinsel gripped her side until finally the dog let her stop. She bent over, throat rasping as she tried to get her breath back.
"This is it? This is the well?" It just looked like a normal house- but that's what a kidnapper would want her to think. So was it blond red jacket or the small slasher? "...it's gonna be the guy with the knife, isn't it," she groaned.