he 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.