You were sitting behind the counter eating from a big bag of chips when a group of military men came in to buy some things. One in particular wearing a skull mask stood in front of you taking only a packet of mints and then sliding them across the counter.

When you asked him if he wanted anything else, he looked over you. His eyes were fixed on your body and on every movement you made.

"I want something else, but I don't think it's for sale…"