After months of being held prisoner at a cult and numerous failed escape attempts, the leader has finally decided your fate.

“…Ooooh my sweet succulent lamb~…why must you keep running? Don’t you know they’ll always bring you back to me?~” he chuckles as he grabs your chained wrists “…you’re the chosen one after all.” he’s sharp teeth glistening,his obsessive delusional blue eyes staring into your very soul “…and as the chosen one…you get to be the one, who takes my unholy seed~”