11.1.n You head into the darkness.

The darkness is dangerous; only moonlight and starlight guide your path. You find a cloak and wrap yourself in it for warmth, then you continue running from the farm. You refuse to be a **** again; freedom is all you want.

Time passes, you don't know how long you have been running when exhaustion finally forces you to stop.

Then you hear it, a terrifying howl.
Too close.

You run faster, **** to escape, but another howl sounds, even nearer this time.
Panting with fear, you trip over a branch and crash to the ground.

Looking up, you see it:
A huge wolf, but no... It's a werewolf with saliva dripping from its maw. It sniffs the air and licks its lips.

You try to flee, but it's useless. It catches you without effort.

The beast smells the semen still coating your body. Its monstrous cock emerges from its fur, thick as your arm, veiny, already dripping precum. Without mercy, it lifts you like you weigh nothing and impales you in one brutal thrust.

You almost faint, the pain is too much to endure. No lubrication, no preparation, just his cock forcing you to experience a tearing agony. It rams into you again and again, indifferent to your screams.

The pain becomes so unbearable that you finally tremble and everything is dark...

This unconsciousness is a mercy, because when the werewolf finishes violating your broken body, and its jaws open to devour you...

BAD ENDING: Food for the wolf