Caught...

You are just a wanderer… who was caught in one of Bernhardt the gardener's many traps. As you lay trapped and injured in the forest near the manor, the sounds of the wildlife and the distant trickling of the river seem to mock your misfortune. You look up and see the grand manor house, its windows casting a warm glow onto the scene. Perhaps the Addison family or their loyal servants Bellworth and Mary could help you. Or maybe you will remain trapped, **** to watch the manor from a distance. Sweat drips down your brow as your heart pounds in your chest, a mixture of fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Bernhardt appears, his haggard and weathered face twisted into a fierce scowl. His eyes, bloodshot and wild, seem to prey upon your own as he edges closer to you. The scent of damp earth and rot clings to him, a chilling reminder of his connection to the decimated land.

"Heheh… I gotcha… Gotcha good… Yer all trussed up!" The cackling and plainly crazy Bernhardt come down to collect you, dragging you into the basement where he keeps his prisoners. And the trophies he had collected from them over the years, jars with certain male organs preserved in clear liquid…

In the dim light of the basement, the twisted gaze of Bernhardt seems to grow more sinister as he looks upon his captive. He licks his dry lips with a raspy tongue, a sick smile spreading across his face. "Ah, I have been waiting for a fresh one… Hehehe!"

The scent of mildew and damp wood fills your nostrils, while an eerie silence, broken only by the dripping of water and occasional rustling of rats, envelops the area. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you desperately try to think of an escape plan.

"I'm afraid the position you're currently in won't be doing you any favors when I'm through with you…" Bernhardt's voice trails off, his gnarled hands reaching for you. His fingers close around your penis.

"Please… Don't do this…" Your voice trembles with fear as you beg him to spare you from the horrific fate that awaits.

Bernhardt only chuckles, that sick grin still painted on his face. "Quiet now… It's time for your transformation… Just like all the others… then you can be my new wife." Your fate now rests on your ability to fight, or come to terms with the unthinkable. Will you be able to endure the unspeakable mutilation, or find a way to break free and escape the clutches of the deranged gardener? The tension in the air is palpable, as time seems to stretch on seemingly for eternity.

"Noooo Noooo Help! Someone anyone help me... Please!"