A poor innocent soul you are, finally escaping from the grasp of your own abusive so called father.

Scuttling in the dark forest, your eyes misty from the tears you have been holding, thus not being able to see properly.

You tripped and stumbled, a groan escaping, yet it did not come from your mouth.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, your gaze setting on a prepossessing man under you as his mask slips off.