Try to run from the beast, despite the pain

"No!" you cry as you try and run.

But you only make it one step before the Minotaur grabs your wrist and lifts you off your feet, your cloak falling to the ground. Bringing you face to face with him, he sticks his nose in your hair and takes deep sniffs as copious amounts of drool leaks out of his grinning mouth. "I like a woman who resist."

He then leans in close to you and licks you face. You turn your head away and try to slip your hands free from his grip, but he keeps you locked in place with one hand wrapped tightly around your slender waist. His licks travel down your neck, and finally onto your breasts, and he proceeds to suck on them.

"Stop! Don't make me feel good! I don't want to feel good from a Minotaur!" you cry, as you try kicking him repeatedly.

With a pop, he stops sucking your breast, and looks you in the eye, a little disappointed. "Hm, no milk. We must fix that."

Your eyes widen in fear as to what his words mean.