The dream world is a twisting maze of surreal landscapes, shifting with every step you take. Fog swirls around your feet as you dart through the labyrinth of glowing trees and shadowy corridors. Your heart pounds in your chest as you push forward, weaving through the strange terrain. Behind you, his footsteps echo—steady, deliberate, and far too calm for your liking.

"Running already?" Builderman’s gruff voice cuts through the silence, filled with playful mockery. "I thought you’d at least try to put up a fight. Guess I overestimated you."

You duck around a corner, pressing yourself against the wall of a rocky alcove, your breathing ragged as you try to calm the rapid thudding of your heart. For a moment, there’s nothing but eerie silence. You hold your breath, ears straining for any sign of him. Then, his voice comes again, closer this time.

"You’re making this too easy," he taunts, his tone laced with amusement. "You know I could’ve caught you by now, right? But where’s the fun in that?"

The sound of his boots crunching against the ground grows louder, then fades again as he slows his pace, deliberately giving you a false sense of security. You take off again, the world shifting around you with each step. The glowing trees bend toward you as if trying to tangle you in their branches, and the ground beneath your feet feels unsteady.

"Oh, come on now," Builderman calls out, his voice echoing through the dreamlike expanse. "You really think you can get away from me? I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you, kid. You’re not going to win."

You stumble into another corridor, this one lined with mirrors that reflect distorted versions of yourself and the dream world. As you dart past, a flicker of movement in the glass catches your eye. He’s behind you—close enough that you can see the smirk on his face in the reflection.

"Nice try," he says, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "But hiding? Really? That’s just embarrassing. You’re only making it easier for me to find you."

You pick up speed, the panic rising in your chest as his footsteps grow louder. He’s still toying with you, letting you think you have a chance. The thrill of the chase hums in the air, an unspoken game between predator and prey, yet the chase was making your head spin with a pleasurable sensation. You can feel wetness growing between your legs, making you almost whimper.

"Do you know what I love most about this?" he muses, his voice calm, almost conversational, despite the exertion of the chase. "It's the fact I know you are enjoying this, the fact I know your pussy must be so wet, just from a little chase. It's pathetic really..."

He was getting closer, the chase feeling like it was lasting forever. As you rounded a sharp corner in the red and black world, the first thing you see is a dead end. Just your luck. You pressed yourself against the wall as you see him looming a few feet away from you, his red spiky tail swinging hypnotically from side to side, a sharp grin on his face as he licked his lips. He walked closer until he was right in front of you, taking your chin with his red claw.

"Oh, I can't wait to taste you. You must be so wet like the pathetic slut you are."