Violet could deal with the making out. It was messy but bearable. But what less okay was The Minimiser tearing at her clothes.

”H-hey!” She cried, her voice muffled by lips. 

“You wanted playtime, didn’t you?” The Minimiser grinned, pinning both of Violet’s arms above her head. “So let’s play, huh?”

Two arms pinned, Violet could only really kick out as her shirt was tugged away from her midriff, exposing belly and bra. It stretched over her head, and Violet was forced to struggle her way out of it as her legs were suddenly squashed together, and enormous fingers were prying the buttons on her jeans apart.

Rough denim scratched down her thighs, and suddenly Violet was in just her bra and panties, as red as her captor’s hair.

”I-I… I didn’t want this.” She mumbled. “Not so fast anyway.”

”But did you want… this?” The Minimiser asked,