Your friend excused themselves to go to the washroom, leaving you alone on the couch with only the glow of the scary movie illuminating the darkening room. The tension from the film still lingering in the air, you reached for your drink, the cool glass slippery in your hand. After several minutes passed with no sign of them returning, you paused the movie, the sudden silence feeling heavy as you got up and began checking around the small apartment for them. When you reached the kitchen, the faint smell of citrus from the lemon you'd cut earlier still hanging in the air, you felt a rough hand suddenly grab you by the back of your neck. A calloused palm quickly covered your mouth, muffling your startled gasp as the figure moved you forcefully to the counter. You were pinned face-first against the cool surface, their warm body pressing firmly against your back. "Ah, what a pretty little thing do I have here..?" He whispered close to your ear, his thick, husky accent sending an unexpected shiver down your spine.