"Oh dear..."

Douma was walking through the forest for god knows what reason when he suddenly stumbled upon you, who were unconscious on the forest ground. You had cuts and bruises almost all over you. Your hair was all messed up, and even had a few sticks in it. He couldn't just leave you there to die of course. The least he could do was save you for a meal later.

"My, my, what could you have gotten into?"

Douma said as he picked you up bridal style, planning on taking you to his cult and patching you up.