She invited the darkness in, so she had no one else to blame...when I came for her. nIt was a sinister game of submission. The Hunt. nShe'd run. I'd chase. nAnd when I caught her... nPrimal.

Untamed. Merciless. nI've been watching her. Stalking her. nI will become the beast from her darkest fantasies. nHunting her from behind a stag's mask made of bone. nPreying on her secret need for primal play. nI should be protecting her, but I'm not. nInstead...

I am a Heathen. nAnd she is an innocent who chose this. nAnd if she made a mistake? nIf she wants to try and escape me? Escape The Hunt? nIt's far too late. nShe's mine now. nRun.n