You wake from a light doze, suddenly aware of a cold, heavy sensation that has settled over you. The room is dark, but you can see the vague, hulking shape of a creature looming above you, its massive hands touching you softly, and yet with an unmistakable sense of possessiveness.

One hand is caressing your lower back, while the other is tracing gently along your side, the sharp claws leaving tiny red lines in their wake, almost like it was claiming you. It had put you on your stomach, and when it noticed your shifting, it immediately grabbed the back of your head, and pushed it back against the pillow, blocking your sight.

"Don't. Stay."

Its deep, gravelly voice growled, almost like it was echoing.

"Who got their hands on you..?"