The somehow alive and vicious little latex condom you wanted to wear a moment ago now seems intent on killing you.
You ready for another swing at it -
You trip and fall over your pants and underwear, which are inconveniently bunched up around your ankles. Plumeting towards the ground you hit the hard floor with a thud and feel the air rush out of your lungs. Your chin connects firmly with the ground and you feel your head swim as your teeth clack together painfully.
You feel weak and fight the urge to pass out as you roll on to your back, your weapon has rolled across the room.
You feel something cool on your leg and look down, on your inner thigh the living condom is slowly crawling its way to your crotch. It seems to look at you with its tip and it hisses at you angrily.
"No..." you moan but your hands feel heavy. You feel your strength slowly return to you as the seconds pass, barely having fought back unconsciousness.
The condom has reached its goal, you can feel it moving past your pubic hair...