Her hand reached around as soon as it plunged into her body. She took her time with the thrusts, not wanting to actually hurt her. She remembered her own first time like this. Slowly, it was getting deeper with each push while her hands moved around to take advantage of newfound freedom. One reached up and pressed against the back of her head, resting and pushing it up against the cold wall while she humped into her. The other reached down, brushing near her sex but never quite pushing, never doing more than touching the edges and briefly running up towards her clit.

"Me," she purred, groaning. "Go on. You can say my name, Chika. Chloe. You can spit it out like a curse. Whisper it like a prayer. Plot revenge, all the horrible things you'll do to me to get back to me. Until I'm done with you, though, until you come, they won't open the door. You can't log out, and there's no escape for either of us."

"Enjoy it. I'm going to win this round. You can try for round two," she added, snickering. "Maybe one of these days, I'll tell you Alkaid's fate on that island. You'll always be Chika to me."

Because Alkaid was dead.