You guiltily raise your head after a long moment of silence. He watches you expectantly, a smirk plastered on his bovine features.
"Well?" He raises your chin to look at him, peoddig you to tell him your decision. You close your eyes, a sense of despair befalling you.
"I'll find a replacement," you murmur. "I don't want to stay here and I don't want to have children. I'll find somebody else."
"Ah." He heaves a contented sigh. "Just the words I was hoping to hear. I have some extra clothes around here somewhere that you can wear out. No need to return them, seeing as I ripped yours apart." You watch as he finds the proper outfitting, but you eventually begin to drift in and out of consciousness. You're sore and exhausted.
He lets you sleep for a while. You wake up to find that you are fully clothed and you're actually feeling pretty good despite the earlier sexual assault. As a matter of fact, you feel like you could run for miles, or beat the ever loving snot out of anyone who gets in your way.
You set out after a short while, properly groomed and looking irresistible as ever you could. Guilt tugs at the back of your mind as he wishes you a good luck. You know that he'll be watching you to make sure you're doing what you promised.
You spend a good half of the day just wandering around the boardwalk before a cute hunk of a guy notices you and starts flirting it up. You bat your eyelashes and toss your hair a bit, and just like that he's under your spell.
"Follow me. I know a place a little more private where we can really get to know each other." Inwardly, you wince at your own words, but you take him by the hand and lead him back to the place that you so desperately want to escape.
Upon entering the tent, the man grins and turns around to face you. You ask him to take off his shirt and he complies. Just in time for the Minotaur to slip out of his bedroom and grab the young man by his bottom.