That river in Egypt

Rennala flicked the lights on and walked over to Damocles. She bent down and rolled him over onto his back, unrwapping him from the blanket. The push woke him up, but he was still too out to perceive anything. She ripped his pants down, exposing his cage. He tried to open his eyes, but it was too bright for him and he wasn't really aware of anything other than he was being moved. She grabbed his hands, pushed them up past his head and held them there to get his arms out of the way. She quickly knelt over his head, facing towards his cage and then sat down onto his face. She let go of his hands, his arms now pinned and she adjusted herself. She wasn't going anywhere for a while so she wanted to get comfortable. Once he was in the right position, she shifted all of her weight from her legs to his face so that he was completely supporting her. By now he had woken up, only able to see the darkness of her leggings, the soft weight on his face and that he couldn't move at all.