Danielle nearly gagged again at the stench of the human feces Aliand had left on her floor. She couldn't bring herself to clean it up. Every part of her was aching and drained, and yet she still felt unwanted arousal. It disgusted her, and she hated him all the more. She'd been raped, violated, and she could feel something moving inside of her. Draining her at an alarming rate. It was terrifying...maybe she would still die despite the bargain Danielle had struck. Despite the situation, her exhaustion and shock dragged her into unconsciousness. Though even then she wasn't safe...Not from the nightmares of being defiled, of her body enjoying something against her will.<br/><br/>She woke up with a scream, and it was out of fear more than anything. She was so thin, but that didn't seem to matter compared to the fact that Aliand hadn't left. She screamed again and kicked out, moving away from him. She scrambled to move and stand, her knees so weak that she fell. "Get out!" she yelled, terror in her eyes. "God! Why won't you leave me alone! You got what you wanted! You raped me. You made me feel things I never wanted! You fouled yourself all over my floor." Tears streamed down her eyes. "You did something to me..."<br/><br/>And now she felt like she was dying, but in truth in that moment she would rather die than be around him anymore. And the stench in the room was so foul that she scrambled to her feet to try to get out of the bedroom before she vomited again. God if she did somehow survive she would have to hire someone to clean her house...but for now she was just trying to escape. She ignored the wetness between her legs from the unwanted dreams, and ignored the weakness in her limbs. It was all she could do to get out of the room, if he even let her. God it was too much. This was too much. She collapsed out in her living room, huddling herself up into a protective ball.<br/><br/>All she could do was hope, pray even, that he would leave. That she would wake up and this would have all just been a wretched, horribly nightmare. Though even she knew the latter was a false pretense. She'd felt pain and unimaginable pleasure, but she didn't want anymore. She wept, her body weakened in such a way that she found herself soon unable to move. Whatever that thing had done to her she was dying now, and she felt now even betrayed. Betrayed to herself and betrayed by the other.