“He lurks in the night just out of reach of your eyes. You can hear him breathing heavy in the darkness. You know he's watching you and you shutter at the depraved thoughts traversing his mind.

The breathing gets a little louder and closer, yet you still can't see him. The reality of your situation becomes clear...it is going to happen again.

You feel his weight push down on you, you still can't see him. Is he really there? He has to be. You can smell the stench of his thousands of innocent victims emanating from his pores. His weight becomes heavier. You try not to breathe.

Finally it happens...again. Just like the last time and the time before. You try to get up but you can't move. You try to scream for help but nothing comes out. You are helpless, with his foul smell filling your nostrils and the weight of his being fully upon you.

You feel the tearing burn of his lustful rage. He uses your emotions to wipe his sweaty brow like a cheap handkerchief that he tosses aside and disregards when he's through with. And finally it's over.

You sit in the corner alone with your head between your knees and the freshness of his violation still upon you. A sole tear rolls down your cheek as you look up from your arms and mutter, "...why Nuffle? ...why?"”