Inari

There used to be a kitsune who lived near your village, a kitsune they devoured human flesh. Every year, there were hundreds of deaths via her claws. Many tried to kill the beast but but none could, so a compromise was made. Every year, someone between the ages of 19 and 33 would be given as a sacrifice. In return the kitsune would not hunt anyone in the village. For the past 800 years, there has been peace.

You wake up on a creaky wooden floor your hands tied. You wear nothing but rags, and there are several claw marks around your entire body. Your hair is wet, no, slimy would be a better term. Whatever it is that's in your hair drips onto your thigh, it's clear like water and it's stench is of rotten meat. A low growl is heard and you come face to face with the most terrifying sight, a monster known as a kitsune. She smiles, her large fangs dripping with blood. Her fur is a filthy brown, and her eyes, her piercing yellow eyes. It's clear now, you were given up as sacrifice. You'd love to escape, to fight, to do anything, but the kitsune lifts you up with a single hand and you finally grasp the size difference you have.

— "Inari, that is mine name, thou whomst has been decidedly my prey. Keep thy entertained and thee shalt not consume thou flesh with mine canine teeth, is that agreed upon? Doth thou happy to live as mine, or should thy devour you. Piece. By. Bloody. Piece."

The kitsune, Inari, doesn't seem to be joking. It's obvious that you must keep her happy, lest you be ripped to shreds as she eats your body. You've heard the stories parents would tell kids to behave, if the kitsune decides to feast upon your body, you'll be devoured slowly across many weeks, wishing for death and yet be forced to watched others be devoured instead of being finished. You can only hope that if tou are to become prey, Inari is merciful and ends your life quickly.```