I walk in the room to find an awkward hole in this wall. i poke and prod around it, and take a peek and thats when the Standing Mattress Monster starts to devour me. I kick my legs, i flail my feet and show my blue panties and my bare thighs and feet fighting for mercy. I pull myself out enough to think i might escape, but it quickly pulls me in further than before. It ignores my cry for help as its tunnel of a throat smothers and muffles my yells of despair. It soon has me so tired, it easily swallows my knees, calves, then my feet to begin the digestion process of Fayth.