Cultists find you in a woods

As you crouch in the underbrush, trying to hide from the voices in the distance, you suddenly hear another sound. It's the sound of footsteps coming closer to you.

You freeze, unsure of what to do. The footsteps get closer and closer until you see a group of people emerge from the darkness. They are dressed in black robes and carrying torches, and you realize with horror that they must be a cult of some kind.

The cultists surround you, looking at you with interest. They look at you in your latex suit, mittens, collar, and plug with the tail, and seem intrigued by your appearance.

One of the cultists approaches you, and you try to scramble away, but your bound legs make it difficult. The cultist reaches out and touches your latex suit, and you feel a shiver run through your body.

The cultists speak in a language you don't understand, and you feel helpless and scared. They seem to be debating what to do with you when one of them speaks up.

"We will take her with us to our mansion," he says. "She will be a perfect addition to our ceremonies."

You try to protest, but the ring gag in your mouth makes it impossible to speak.