You raise your head and open your mouth to protest, but in your toothless state you can do no more than moan out loud. The old man quietens you down with a pudgy finger to the lips. He has a surprisingly strong grip for someone so elderly. You want to shout out, and move your arms and legs, but find that you are completely locked into place.
Slowly he lifts your head and twists your neck so that your face is looking into his. It would be an exquisitely uncomfortable position to stay in if you could feel any pain at all. Instead you feel like you could stay like this forever. Your memories and worries dissolve away into blissful nothingness.
Suddenly a sharp pain hits you in the face. The old man is staring straight into your eyes. His pupils are large, his eyes unblinking, and you can feel that look burning into you. Without breaking his gaze, his lips move towards your mouth and open. A long tongue prises open your lips and shoots down your throat and towards your stomach. Hot liquid tumbles from his mouth into your toothless cavity. That tongue feels as if it’s probing every part of your body, from your ears to your feet, from the inside.
As quickly as the tongue came in, the old man pulls it out and breaks his gaze. Your body falls back, unconscious, on to the ground.