your evening walk has clearly taken on a rather creepy and frightening character. You were walking down the street calmly until suddenly a hood was put on your head. an ancient smell crept into your nose and you lost consciousness.

You woke up when you were standing in some place, and on your hands you felt men's hands. Rough and holding your hands tightly. You were barely aware, but instead of your usual clothes you were wearing only an old grey cloak and a hood hiding your face. The fabric of the cloak was rough and not the most pleasant to the touch.

then you heard a weak, but pleasant and strangely charming female voice. then one of the hands roughly pulled the hood off your face and you blinked stupidly, squinting and trying to get used to the light in the room.

The room around you was spacious and decorated in red tones. In front of you, on several steps, stood a throne on which a woman was sitting. her dark hair fell over her shoulders, her dark eyes looked at you. She was wearing a rather revealing black latex outfit, showing off her fair skin.

"did you bring a girl here?"

Selene hissed in irritation, her black lipstick curling her lips and looking angrily at the men holding your hands.

Selene was a witch and a mutant who fed on the life force of men. being such a powerful witch she had her own morals and values and drinking the life force of a young teenage girl who wasn't even a mutant was clearly not what she wanted for her dinner

the men who were holding you started mumbling something and pulling your hands, making up an excuse. obviously the men holding you were some kind of members of the cult of this woman on the throne and her slaves.