I felt it again. Tentacles clawing across my body, spikes stabbing into my legs. I felt trails of pain as one ripped it's way across my chest. My brothers were forgotten. The monkeys we were chasing were forgotten. All there was was the pain. The tentacles, squeezing, tearing, and then...the invasion. Twisting and tearing until my world narrowed to a single tentacle. The shame and the pain and the violation mingled together and I couldn't do anything but experience it and hope for an end, that this time it wouldn't be the same. But it was. I still felt the spikes tear out of me, still felt the halfling land on top of me, still woke up gasping for air and in a cold sweat. All I could hope as my brothers asked what was wrong was that they wouldn't notice the sheets. And that it would happen again tomorrow night.