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She invited in the darkness, so she had no one else to blame...when I came for her. It was a sinister game of submission. The Hunt.  She'd run. I'd chase. And when I caught her... Primal. Untamed. Merciless.  I've been watching her. Stalking her. I will become the beast from her darkest fantasies. Hunting her from behind a stag's mask made of bone. Preying on her secret need for primal play.   I should be protecting her, but I'm not. Instead... I am a Heathen.  And she is an innocent who chose this.  And if she made a mistake? If she wants to try and escape me? Escape The Hunt? It's far too late. She's mine now. Run.