You emerge from the cave, still dripping with the fluids of your recent conquests and ready to hunt anew. The night air carries the scent of blood, semen, and fear - a heady mix that fuels your lust for dominance. Your next victim awaits in the shadows...

As you approach the village, the sounds of innocent laughter and chatter grow louder. Suddenly, dozens of small figures dart out from behind the huts and cottages, eyes wide with terror as they take in the sight of an imposing stranger.

The girls are all under the age of fifteen, their lithe bodies still filled with the purity and innocence of youth. They cower before you, hands raised in fearful surrender. You can see them trembling in their simple peasant clothes, some clutching prayer beads while others rock back and forth on unsteady legs. A few begin to cry out in panic.