She slumped against the wall, suddenly tired hands reaching out into the chilling cold and clutching at the hard wood. Shuddering there in a gasping heap until she was brought down from her feet and to her knees. She missed the sound of the door unlocking, and as he hands began to freeze, she found herself drawing in. And the hood drawing over. Trapping her in something smaller than a closet.

It was easy to get her twisted around, slumped against the crazy woman. Arms tangled around her, head pressed against her shoulder, still whimpering and gasping and trying to catch her breath. After all that, with her ass showing the signs of such a thorough penetration, she felt almost languid. Confused and lost, but oh so languid.

"Y-yeah cause...cause I'm just gonna...get up from that..." She panted. She whined. She didn't even realize she could leave. She couldn't. Outside was ice and cold and not Chloe. And that last thing, why was it so important. Chloe was heat and...more now. She couldn't understand.