There was no helping the pain. What Alkaid did not know was that it could be worse. As it stood, it hurt. Not greatly, but it hurt. She was putty by the point. Her face forehead pressed against the wall as her hands twisted in the cloak, whimpering and gasping against the cold wall. Breath misting as it flushed against it and spread aout around her face. Her other hand though, it found some place that jolted, even from scant touches.

Her next noise was distinctly...not agonized.

Those words haunted her, made her shudder and whine louder than she meant to. It was one thing to have this happen. It was another thing entirely when it seemed so absolute. She twisted her head against the wall, whining out as she let go of the cloak and pawed at the cold wood. Fingers digging into it. "I don't...know a...Chloe..." She panted, one of the last few thoughts she could have outside of:

Why was this happening to me?

What is she talking about?

Why am I not fighting back?

Why couldn't she stop quivering when she spoke?

And, most notably, a reoccurring chorus of "it's inside me" "she's inside me" and "it's so tight".