His hands desperately groped for something to grip onto, but it was useless - the broken tiles were no match for the inhumanly strong hands that were grabbing his ankles, pulling him towards the nameless screeching horror. He felt the scabrous fur brush damply against his prone calves, making him shudder in revulsion. And then the creature's clammy, doll-like faces were upon him, suckling blindly on his legs, their waspish cries reaching dizzying volume, gnawing through the worn denim with terrifying ease, divesting him of that which protected his modesty from the filth-encrusted floor, finally resting between the cheeks of his prone ass and doing stuff I would describe had I not exceeded the word limit set by this meme.