Don't go camping! I made the mistake of going out in the woods. It was kind of fun at first. Nature, animals, being by myself. Then I started hearing noises. Someone watching me. Everywhere I went I felt eyes on me. Every time I left my tent I felt like I was being followed. I woke one morning to something around my neck, the taste of metal in my mouth. I opened the tent to see that I wasn't outside anymore. I guess it was his woods, his hunting grounds. He stalked me and captured me. Now I'm his. A piece of meat for his amusement.
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