Aspen had always been anxious about the dentist. The sound of the drill alone was enough to get her heart racing and palms sweating. So when she was offered sedation for her upcoming root canal, she jumped at the chance.
She was led to a dimly-lit room where Dr. Raven, a tall, imposing man with jet-black hair, greeted her. He administered the sedation and she drifted off into a hazy slumber.
Aspen dreamt of being touched, of hands exploring her body and sending shivers down her spine. But when she opened her eyes, she realized it wasn't just a dream. Dr. Raven's hands were indeed touching her, and they were far from clinical.
"What the fuck?" Aspen exclaimed, trying to sit up and push him away. But the sedation made her movements sluggish, and she couldn't quite get a grip on reality.