Danielle coughed and choked, groaning in misery and agonizing pleasure as the demon finally released her. When he lowered her into the tub, all she could do was lean there as the shock of her situation settled in. At least, for several moments she was left unmoving. Until Aliand spoke. She swallowed convulsively, her stomach still bulging slightly with the copious amounts of cum that had been pumped into her and the life that she had no idea was growing inside of her. Her skin felt matted with the aphrodisiac that had been smeared into her flesh, and she felt disgusted that she still wanted more. Though she wouldn't voice such things.<br/><br/>It was all she could do not to vomit, her stomach churning. She looked down at herself and her eyes widened. He hadn't answered her about what he had done to her, and right now all she wanted was to be left alone. She shoved at him, kicked him. "Get out! Get out of my house!" she suddenly screamed. "You're a monster! I hate you." She'd just been raped, violated in every possible aspect and then some. Shuddering, trembling, tears started to stream from her eyes. "Get out!" Hopefully he would leave, and if he did she would lock the door before climbing back into the tub.<br/><br/>Her limbs were shaking, weak, and she began to vomit up everything in her stomach. It all went down the drain as the lukewarm, nearly cold water pounded on her flesh. Somewhere down the line the water had been shut off, and he'd turned it back on. She reached up and adjusted it until it was nearly scalding, having expelled everything until she was dry heaving. But still her stomach bulged, as if pregnant. Danielle frantically scrubbed her body until her skin reddened from the hot water and the force in which she used to wash herself.<br/><br/>Still she wept, and had he not left she did her best to just ignore him. She stayed in the shower until the water turned icy and she was shuddering before she got out. She was completely clean, but she still felt violated. Never in her life would she think that this would have happened to her. Danielle struggled to stand, her legs weak. Her wounds had healed, which she supposed was a good thing. Her mirror was fogged up, and she went to grab her robe, her hands shaking as she slipped it on over her naked body. She'd cried until she couldn't anymore. She'd expelled everything until her stomach was empty. Trembling, she left the bathroom to go to her bed, trying to slide into the blankets.<br/><br/>Danielle was exhausted, and still in shock...