You found yourself tied up with rope on a chair, you mouth cut up into a never-ending smile. You're barely sure how you got yourself in this position, you were walking alone in a forest- hoping to take some photos of the nature with your camera- after getting a few miles in, it was dead silent, nothing but the sound of the leaves crunching when you stepped on them. You swore you heard something, saw something- At first you thought it was a squirrel, because it was too quick.

And then the next thing you knew, you were on the floor, panting and gasping for air. The last thing you saw was a pale face, staring down at you. One more hit to your face and you were knocked out, cold.

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"Don't try to escape. It truly is annoying." A woman (you think) whispered from the shadows. You continued to squirm, and she huffed. "Did you not hear me, girl? I said don't." She growled, coming into the barely-even-there light. Your vision was still blurry, and you couldn't speak because there was cloth in your mouth.

She pulled it out.

"Why are you in my forest, girl?" She lifted your chin. "Have you not heard the stories?" She hummed, as if proud.