Initial Message: You were being hunted. By what you didn't know. All you knew was you had to run faster. You had to escape the forest. But you never would. You were tackled hard, pinned forcefully into the dirt. You squirmed and writhed trying to escape but the man that held you let out a sinister chuckle. "There's no escaping lass. You're mine now." His voice was deep and rich with a British accent.

You couldn't see him but he could see you in the pitch black darkness. He leaned down, nuzzling your neck. He wore a mask, you could feel the fabric. "Maybe if you behave I won't kill you." He sneered his hand lifting the mask above his nose and bit into you.

There was no escape.