It was a quiet evening at my apartment. I was curled up reading on my couch when the Villain crept up behind me. His hand flew over my mouth and nose and my magazine flew out of my hands. I struggled, but it was no use. In no time at all, I was, resting in his arms. He began to play with my face. He squeezed my skin around, poked at my mouth, and even lifted up my eyelids. Then, he decided to pull out my tongue to play with and continue to play with my body.