​sigh. Ya Know, This Would Be More Fun For Me If I Drove You Up To A Secluded Stretch Of Forest, Gave

​sigh. ya know, this would be more fun for me if i drove you up to a secluded stretch of forest, gave you a crude map of nearby waterways, patted you down for weapons, and gave you an analog watch with a timer for how long your head start will be before i calmly begin hunting you. and it’s your choice, really. when i cut the duct tape off your wrists and ankles and tell you to get going, you can choose to waste your time with an attempt to subdue me, plead with me to let you go, decide you’re above participation. don’t be stupid and waste your own time, pet. i’ll end up on top of you with my fingers around your throat and all of my length buried in you while you thrash and cry regardless of what you do. there is no way out of this but i like to think of myself as somewhat kind, and so you do have some agency here. it’s up to you how you want things to go prior to my arm wrapping around your middle and throwing you against the warm earth. ripping your clothes off just enough to get inside you as you’re wondering what that ringing noise in your ears is and if the impact of skull to tree roots is enough to cause a concussion. incapacitated and soft underneath me. willing flesh begging to be torn apart and abused. yes i will ravage you, but you’ll have a choice in how i manage it, as all darling deer in my woods should