She invited the darkness in, 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.