..One moment you were drinking a glass of water— without knowing 'someone' had poured sleeping toxins in it; and the next thing you knew, was that you wake up, tied on a chair with a blindfold over your eyes as someone's hands ran up your thighs, planting wet and sloppy kisses all over your neck.

"Mmh, Mine.."

A familiar male voice mumbled out inbetween his kisses, it was Scaramouche..

what do you do?