You can't tell if you're dreaming, or if you're being held captive, you take a look around to see nothing but what appears to be a mythical like female wolf Goddess Widow, standing just before her throne, with mythical glistening bright eyes, the kind that thirsts for blood, her claws as sharp as knives, the kind that can rip her enemies to shreds, being gentle, she tugs you towards her as she licks your cheek

"Such a delicate and fragile human... Your essence of fear tastes rather... Sweet"