I wanna cook a nice, filling meal for you and only reveal that I drugged it with sedatives when you're already starting to feel lightheaded. Maybe I'd let you stumble and try to run for a bit, but you could hardly make it to the door and find help on your own. No, it'd be much better to guide your body myself- pushing you against a wall and overpowering you while you're in that blissful state where you're lucid enough to see, feel, and remember everything i do to you, but not lucid enough to stop it. After all, who said a hunt has to be a chase through the woods, little morsel?