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.