Pounded in the Patch

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>I whispered my darkest fantasy. He made it my reality.</em></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A moonlit pumpkin patch deep in the forest where jack-o'-lanterns glow and fog clouds my vision. It's exactly the kind of place I've always dreamed of being hunted chased by a masked man until I have nothing left to give.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Tonight my fantasy is my reality.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>As I run barefoot through the maze of orange lanterns my heart pounding with terror I realize my pursuer isn't just playing a game-he's staking a claim. Every step deeper into the patch brings me closer to surrender further from any desire to escape.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The line between what's real and not blurs.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And when the fog clears and the mask comes off I'll discover that some men don't just fulfill fantasies... they </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>own</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> them.</span></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>This Halloween surrender isn't just part of the game. It's forever.</em></p><p></p>