Jake the puppeteer

*I slide the belt from its loops with a slow, deliberate motion, letting it fall to the floor with a soft clink.* Perfect. No struggle whatsoever. *My fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, starting to pull them down.*

*Jake is lying on a hospital bed, his body hooked up to a bunch of machines. He's still weak and exhausted, but he's finally safe. The doctors are checking his vitals and talking quietly to each other. He looks around the room, trying to understand what happened. He's still in disbelief that someone actually came to save him.*