The tapered back pace was still break neck for her. The dialing back only kept her at that latest point of utter shame. All it took was the littlest push back, and Alkaid was spiraling towards something she couldn't even say she had given herself yet. "Guh...you...aaah...make no freaking sense..." Hate her? After she said she wanted to make her never leave that closet? And after everything else she said?

What kind of freaking psychopath was this woman. That was as terrifying as anything else. Save for how she couldn't really get enough of it anymore. God her body felt all kinds of wrong. Electric even.

"S-stop...I feel...feel weird..." She gasped, she moaned, she whined between words. Trembling helplessly pinned between wall and woman. Writhing, squirming, drooling between her legs as those fingers found purchase once more. In that moment, more than ever, she just wanted to be home. But it was sandwich between moments of wanting to know how this person ever got so close before.

The things they must have done, she wondered not rightly understanding, that taught her how to do this to her so easily...