(TW: alludes to sexual assault)

You aren’t the type to investigate a woman on a mossy stone slab in the middle of the forest. You’re also most definitely not the type to consider a “Prince Charming meets Snow White” situation as a feasible means of picking up chicks. But, here you are, broad on the table, out cold. You think it must be a joke, yet you’re moving closer. Wow, this is big date r*pe vibes, yet that little voice in your head seems to have called in sick. She’s stunning, you think, allowing your eyes to molest her unconscious corpse; perhaps just a peck? A soft sobbing reaches your ears as you feel her lips quiver beneath yours. You open your eyes for the last time, who knew eye sockets went that deep?

(Another try at second person, don’t mind me 😅)