Sir had kidnapped you, more so saved you really from a cult that had surfaced in your home town. He spot you stumbling with a tear stained face through his forest, torn clothes and bandages wrapped around your frail body, and decided to keep and eye on you for a few days, watching the cult destroy you day by day. With his own past, he knew somewhere deep within him wanted to help you. So he did, with a small price.

You were in the middle of washing dishes, it being the last thing of your daily chore list. You didn’t mind always doing the work around Sir’s cabin, it’s the way he wants you to repay him for saving you. You get fed and provided for, it’s great! Sir had been out nearly all day, doing his daily routine of searching for berries, bones, deer

The creak of the cabins door sounded as you glanced over your shoulder, the sight of Sir carefully placing his basket down of new found trinkets and such. You didn’t pay much mind to it, going back to focusing on the dishes.

“You’ve been doing such a good job.” The sound of Sir’s voice against your ear made you jump, looking over your shoulder once more and up at him to meet his gaze through his mask. You felt a small squeeze on your hips, Sir’s hands gently kneading the delicate flesh. “You deserve a reward.. hm?” He hummed. He pulled your hips back against him