"Roan.." Her voice cracked, holding strength in her emotions as he made it impossible to close the door. Stepping back as he entered, her heart thudded once the door was shut behind him. While they were the only one in her home, closing that door was more than just for privacy. It was a promise for intimacy to come, in all ways that he saw fit. She stood, trembling as he neared and pressed the warmth of his body against her. Why did he feel so good? Why did she want him close, even after what he'd done?<br/><br/>Iris tried to force a small smile through her trembling, "I only woke up a moment ago though..." Trying to deflect his question of missing him, she took in her bottom lip behind a gentle bite. His scent forced it's way into her senses, mixing with his touches as the towel was pulled away. Again she felt her body shake, but this time it wasn't from fright. How was he able to manipulate her body in such a way was unknown to her, but it was enough to earn a soft gasp once his hand claimed it's place against her wet folds.<br/><br/>Once he made her arousal obvious by lifting his fingers, the woman felt heat tear at her cheeks. It was easy to turn away then, breaths heavy and long hair swaying to cover the fair skin of her back. She didn't know what he planned to do with her, not while she was trapped in such a small and dangerous room. The bathroom was always known as the deadliest place in a home, with the many risks of slipping and cracking skull against porcelain. Roan commanded for her to start the water and she nodded, hoping things would be easier than how they were last night.<br/><br/>Maybe he had filled his hunger, no longer wishing to harm but to instead give a more gentle affection instead. She hoped for that, for the comfort of his arms when she didn't need to focus on dying breaths. Stepping towards the tub she leaned down, hand moving to begin turning a dial. But his push interrupted, and sent her surprised form toppling into the bathtub. A small yelp escaped, followed by the tearing of plastic as her hand shot up to grab at the shower curtain. Giving a display of her quick reflexes, the angel tried what she could to stop her fall. The plastic tore however, and the weight of her body sent her downward with a layer of shower liner to follow.<br/><br/>There was a loud thump to be heard when her head hit the tiles of the surrounding walls, all before her form slid further into the large porcelain bowl. Iris laid there, motionless while the ruined curtain covered her face. No scents of blood spiked the air, and within a moment she had begun to groan painfully to the ache in her skull and neck.