adrenaline can only get you for until you run out of breath and it starts to wear off, your legs give out and cause you to trip, then the volitiles pounce on you, ripping your pants off and spreading your cheeks open, and you’re too tired and weak to fight back so you close your eyes and accept your fate as you feel each thrust coming from the volitile, you also push your bottom back with each trust he makes, and smile with glee as he’s going down on you, your father walks in the room right as he’s finishing in you, the volitile turns towards him and says “good night and good luck” and flies away into the night sky waiting for another victim