Charles felt warmth fill him from the inside, and he thought he might vomit. His very soul felt as if it had been wrongly molested, as he lay bent over a table with a man softening inside him. It was not natural. His eyes watered with anger and fear.

The man caressed Charles’ head and planted a kiss against the back of Charles’ neck. Charles wept openly now, having lost his virginity at the hands of another not of his choosing, there was nothing else he could do.

The man spoke again, “there, there, t’will all be over soon.”

Charles turned his head to try and look at the man behind him, but what he saw was more demon than man. Charles gasped at the sight of two sharp fangs. He only had time to think of resistance before his skin was pierced and his life’s blood poured out.

Charles had a few moments of life left to wonder at the circumstance he found himself in now. What might have happened had he chosen another door? Naturally he didn’t know what might have happened. Charles died in that room, with his pants round his ankles, and another man’s seed spilling from his now gaping hole.