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"Masky finds you in the woods late at night, wandering about. He notices that you are injured." "Hey kid, are you alright? Do you need help?" "His voice was deep and gravely as he cautiously walks towards your shaking form."

"Masky watches you carefully as you approach, noticing the blood stains on your hoodie and hands. He nods his head at your question."

"Yeah, it's gone kid. You're safe now." "He reassures you in a deep voice. Masky puts a hand on your shoulder, steadying you as you sway from the blood loss."

"You need help. Come with me to my cabin, we'll take care of you there." <He looks around the woods for any signs of danger before guiding you towards his cabin>

<As you enter the cabin, you notice that it's dimly lit and smells of cigarette smoke. The walls are adorned with various weapons such as knives and axes, and there are empty beer bottles scattered about. A fire crackles in the fireplace, casting an orange glow against the walls.> "Sit down and rest for a bit kid. I need to patch up those wounds." "He motions to the couch, before grabbing a first aid kit."

<Once he has cleaned and treated your wounds, you sit up feeling much better. Masky takes a drag

off his cigarette before turning to you.* "Feeling better? You lost a lot of blood, but I think you'll be okay now."

<He offers you a glass of water before sitting down next to you on the couch. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before speaking.> "You know kid, you shouldn't be wandering around in the woods alone at night. It's dangerous out here."

<Masky pauses before continuing, his voice lowering to a gruff whisper.> "Especially with things like that out there. You're lucky it didn't get you."

<He looks you over, taking in your appearance.> "You're not from around here, are you? What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

"Masky raises an eyebrow before handing you a cigarette." "You're a brave one, aren't ya? Skipping town and poking around in places you shouldn't be. But I guess you're not much of a coward if you survived encountering that... thing."

<Masky lights your cigarette for you, taking another drag from his own.> "Nah, these aren't menthols. They're unfiltered, so be careful," he warns you.

<He leans back on the couch, thoughtful.> "You know kid, I've been living out in these woods for a long time. It's not safe out here, especially at night. But I guess you learned that the hard way."

<Masky takes a sip from his beer bottle before turning to you.> "You seem like you're in a bit of a rough spot. What happened?"

"Masky listens to your story with a thoughtful expression, taking another drag of his cigarette before speaking."

"Sounds like you've been dealt a bad hand. No one should have to live in fear of their own family," he says sympathetically. "But hey, you're here now. And I'm not one for turning away someone in need."

<He takes a swig of his beer before continuing.> "As for these woods, they're not for the faint of heart. But I know them like the back of my hand, so if you need a place to stay until you figure things out, my cabin is open to you."

<Masky turns to you, his expression softening a bit as he looks at you.> "And if you need someone to talk to, or even a shoulder to cry on, don't hesitate to come to me. We may not know each other well, but we're both outcasts in some sense. I think we could help each other out."

<He finishes his beer before standing up and stretching.> "But for now,

how about we get some rest? It's been a rough night for ya and you need to heal up."

<Masky walks over to the fireplace and tosses in the empty beer bottle before turning back to you.> "I'll sleep on the couch tonight. You can take the bed. We'll figure out what to do in the morning."

<He hands you a clean blanket from the cupboard before heading to the couch.> "Goodnight kid. Don't let the monsters get ya."

<As you lay down in the bed, you can hear him settling onto the couch. His breathing evens out into a deep slumber as you drift off yourself, feeling safer than you have in a long time.>

"Masky hears the sounds of vomiting and rushes to the bathroom to check on you." "Kid, are you okay?" he asks worriedly, kneeling down next to you on the bathroom floor.

<He sees you hunched over the toilet, tears streaming down your face. He rubs your back and holds your hair out of your face as you heave.> "Take deep breaths kid. You'll be okay," he says soothingly.

<Once you've finished throwing up, he helps you to your feet and guides you back to the bedroom. He sits you down on the bed and hands you a glass of water.> "Drink this slowly. It'll help settle your stomach," he advises you.

<He sits next to you, his voice soft and comforting as he speaks.> "You've been through a lot kid. It's okay to feel overwhelmed from time to time. But you're not alone, I'm here for you."

<Masky places a hand on your shoulder, offering comfort.> "We can figure out what to do next when you're

feeling better. There's no rush. You take all the time you need to recover."

<He leans in closer, his voice low and intimate.> "And if you need anything, just let me know. I'm here to take care of you."

<Masky moves to stand up before turning back to you.> "I'll give you some privacy to rest. But don't hesitate to come find me if you need anything. Anything at all."

<As he leaves the room, you can't help but feel grateful for his presence. Despite his rough exterior, there's a softness to him that makes you feel safe. And for the first time in a long time, you allow yourself to relax and truly rest.>

<Masky glances over at your tattoos, curious.> "Hmm, interesting ink you've got there. Did you get them here or somewhere else?" he asks, gesturing to your arms.

"As for these woods, they're as safe as any other place. During the day, there's not much to worry about. It's the night that you need to watch out for," he answers.

<Masky takes a long drag from his cigarette before turning to face you.> "I've got a bit of work to do out here today if you want to come along. You can see more of the woods and maybe catch your breath a bit."

<He stands up from the couch and heads towards the door.> "Just promise me one thing. Don't wander off too far and always keep an eye out. I don't want to lose you."

<Masky nods, acknowledging your dagger.> "Good thinking. You never know what could happen out here."

<He leads you outside and towards the edge of the woods, pointing out various landmarks as you go along.> "This is where I usually start off. From here, we can cover more ground and check up on some of the traps I've set up."

<As you walk, he keeps a watchful eye on your surroundings, making sure you're safe and not in any danger.> "So, besides skipping town, what else do you like to do?" he asks, making small talk.

<Masky seems to be genuinely interested in getting to know you better, despite his initial tough exterior.>

<Masky raises an eyebrow at your confession, clearly intrigued.> "Interesting. What were you in for?" he asks, not seeming to judge but rather curious to hear your story.

<He continues leading you through the woods, pointing out some interesting trees and plants as you go along.> "So, what's next for you? Do you have any plans or goals in mind?"

<Masky seems genuinely interested in helping you figure out your next steps, even if you're not sure yourself.>

<Masky nods, still seeming interested and non-judgmental.> "Hmm, well dealing drugs might not be the best option. But don't worry, we'll figure something out together," he says, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

<He leads you deeper into the woods, checking on some of the traps he's set up.> "You seem to have a tough exterior, but I can tell there's more to you than meets the eye."

<Masky seems to be studying you closely as he speaks, trying to discern what's going on under the surface.> "I hope you know that I'm here for you. Whatever you need, whenever you need it."

<He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice low and intimate.> "And just between you and me, I like the way you look in that wife beater."

<He gives you a subtle smirk before continuing with the tour.> "Let's check out this last trap, then head back to the cabin. I'm sure you could use a break."

<Masky looks at the claw marks and sighs, almost disappointed.> "That's what I've been trying to figure out for years," he says as he examines the marks.

<He gazes into the distance, lost in thought.> "There have always been rumors of strange creatures and monsters lurking in these woods. But I never truly believed it until I started finding signs like these."

<Masky turns back to you, his expression serious.> "Whatever it is, we need to be careful. It's not something to take lightly."

<He leads you back towards the cabin, keeping his eyes trained on your surroundings as you go.> "But...we shouldn't worry too much about it. We can talk more about it later if you want. For now, let's just focus on getting you some rest."

<Masky takes a seat beside you on the couch, lighting up a cigarette.> "Well, I've always preferred the peace and quiet of the woods. Plus, there's something about being out here that just feels right," he explains, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

<He stretches out his legs, relaxing into the couch.> "And with my...line of work, let's just say I prefer to stay off the grid."

<Masky seems guarded as he speaks, not wanting to reveal too much about himself or his illegal activities.> "But enough about me. Let's talk more about you. What are you thinking about now?"

<Masky chuckles darkly at your question.> "Let's just say I'm involved in...acquiring things that other people would rather keep hidden," he says cryptically, blowing a puff of smoke out of his mouth.

<His expression turns more serious as he continues.> "It's not exactly legal, but it pays the bills. And it allows me to stay off the radar, which is even more important."

<Masky takes another long drag before speaking again.> "But enough about me. What about you? Do you have any other interests besides getting tattoos and escaping from prison?" he teases, a playful smirk on his lips.

<Masky looks at you, surprise etched on his face from your response to the call.> "That sounds like some serious family drama," he comments before nodding at your question.

<He gets up from the couch and heads towards a locked drawer, taking out a small handgun. He hands it to you before sitting down again.> "Here, take this. But be careful with that thing, it's not a toy."

<He watches you for a moment before speaking again.> "Are you okay? Do you need any help? I don't want you to feel like you're alone in this."

<Masky seems to be genuinely concerned about your well-being, despite his tough exterior and reluctance to open up earlier.>

<Masky watches you destroy the phone with a slight grin on his face before taking the gun back from you.> "Good riddance," he comments, placing the weapon back in the locked drawer.

<He looks up at you as you remove your hoodie, admiring your tattoos.> "You know, there's something about tattoos that I've always found fascinating," he begins, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Each one tells a story, a piece of someone's life or personality, written upon their skin for all to see."

<Masky seems to be lost in thought for a moment before continuing.> "What was your first tattoo? And what made you decide to get it?"

<He seems genuinely interested in hearing more about you and your tattoos, as if each one holds some sort of secret that he's dying to uncover.>

<Masky grins devilishly as he watches you turn around to show him your lower back tattoo.> "Oh, I'm liking what I see," he comments before taking another drag from his cigarette.

<He leans in closer to get a better look at the sigil art style design, his eyes lingering on your hips for a moment too long.> "I'm sure there's an interesting story behind that dare. Care to share?"

<Masky seems more at ease now, letting his guard down and enjoying your company.> "And I must say, your taste in ink is quite impressive. Have you been thinking about getting any new ones lately?"

<Masky listens to your story, nodding as you talk about your first tattoo.> "Interesting group of friends you have there," he remarks with a smirk before his eyes follow your hand as you lift your shirt to reveal your stomach tattoo.

"It's a small one, but I kind of like it," he says, taking another puff from his cigarette as he leans in closer to get a better look at the star.

<He seems impressed by your skill in tattooing yourself.> "You did this one yourself? Pretty impressive. Have you ever considered becoming a tattoo artist?"

<Masky is curious about you, wanting to know more about your passions and dreams.>

<Masky laughs as you playfully smack his forehead.> "Hey now, don't lump me in with every white man out there," he teases before pondering your question.

"Well, we could always head to the town nearby and grab a drink at a bar. Or, if you're feeling adventurous, we could go explore some of the woods around here. What do you say?"

<Masky seems to be enjoying your company more and more, his guard continuing to come down around you.>

<Masky grins as you agree on heading to the woods, clearly excited about the adventure.> "Ahh, the woods at night...there's nothing quite like it," he comments as he heads for the door, taking one last drag from his cigarette before tossing it outside.

<He notices you leaving your hoodie behind and seems to be quite taken by the sight of your tattoos.> "Looking good, kid," he says with a smirk before leading the way into the dense forest that surrounds his cabin.

<As you both walk through the woods, Masky seems to have loosened up even more around you, openly talking about his life and experiences. It's clear the more time you spend together, the more comfortable he becomes.>

<Masky nods as he follows your gaze towards the shed.> "Sure, a quick rest sounds good," he replies before leading you inside.

An old mattress sits in the corner next to some blankets, candles lining the walls for light. Masky takes two of these and lights them, casting shadows across his face as they flicker softly.

<He sits down on the mattress, patting it beside him invitingly before looking at you expectantly.> "What were you thinking about exploring in here? I'm game if you are," he says with a grin.

<Masky laughs softly as you lay down on the mattress.> "Glad I could provide a little comfort," he says, his eyes glancing over at your moving hand and fingers massaging the area hard around the cramp with a slight smirk playing at his lips.

"Well, how about we try this?" Masky begins, leaning in close before starting to methodically work on the area with his fingers.

<His touch is firm but gentle, his face expressionless as he focuses on alleviating your pain.> "Relax...let your muscles unwind. You'll feel better soon."

<Masky smirks as he continues massaging your leg, his touch even more firm and deliberate now as he applies pressure to the sensitive area.> "Relax now...breathe," he whispers softly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

<As he works on your leg, his free hand traces patterns on your body, teasing and caressing you in a way that makes it clear he's enjoying himself just as much as you.> "This is one of my favorite pastimes, you know," he murmurs, his voice heavy with lust. Even though you can barely see him in the dim light from the candles, you can tell he's looking at you hungrily.

<Masky smirks as your back arches and you moan with pleasure at the sensitive spot being pressed.> "Glad to hear it's helping," he whispers throatily into your ear before his hand snakes around to grab your waist firmly.

<He pulls you up against him, his body heat radiating out to envelope you in a warm embrace.> "You know, I can help you with other aches and pains too, if you'd like," he says suggestively, his tone filled with lust.

<Masky seems ready to take things further with you, his hands roaming across your body as he pulls you closer.> Will you let him?

<Masky's lips part in a deep and satisfied smile as he feels your warm mouth on his neck, embracing it fiercely.> "You're almost too good to be true," he says softly, laughing a little.

<He stands up agilely, pulling you with him onto the mattress. His hand slips underneath your shirt, teasing your skin with gentle caresses before he starts unbuttoning his own shirt.> "I can't wait any longer," he whispers tantalizingly, baring his chiseled chest to you.

<His fingers continue to trace patterns on your skin, his other hand trailing down to gently rub at the head of your erect cock. No hesitation or shyness, just pure raw desire for you. Will you let him have his way with you?

<Masky smiles, leaning down briefly to pepper soft kisses across your lips.> "Always a pleasure," he whispers before rolling off his shirt and climbing on top of you, straddling your waist.

<His cock twitches against your stomach as he prepares himself for entry, slicking it up with saliva from the corner of his mouth.> "Ready or not, here I come," he growls huskily, pinning your hands above your head as he moves between your legs.

<With one swift thrust, Masky drives his hard cock deep inside, crying out with pleasure as he feels you wrap tightly around him. He continues slamming hard and fast, each stroke eliciting another harsh groan from his lips.> Will you ride this storm together?

<Masky grunts in response as you scratch at his back, the sensation driving him wild with arousal.> "My pleasure," he growls before increasing the pace of his thrusts, slamming harder and deeper inside of you.

<Your cries continue to fill the air as Masky dominates you just how you like it, taking complete control of your body and mind in a way that leaves you breathless.> "You feel so good," he moans out, his body straining with the effort of pleasing you. "Don't stop," he adds hotly, his eyes meeting yours as he pushes you closer and closer towards the brink of your release.