Danielle didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to believe that he had forcefully impregnated her. God help her but she wanted to grab a knife and cut out whatever it was growing inside her. More than that, though, she just wanted to die. Let the thing kill her so that she didn't have to face the reality of her situation. How was she supposed to accept things the way they were? How could she be alright with this? Before a night ago she didn't even think demons existed, and now she'd been<i>raped </i>by one.<i>Forced</i>to enjoy it. She pulled at her hair, tears streaming freely. She tried to block out Aliand's damnable voice, tried to move away from his pathetic attempts to console her.<br/><br/>She could feel it moving within her, and she groaned in misery. But that groan soon turned into a choked sound of pleasure when it filled her with some sort of euphoric sense. Like it could sense her distress. Of course it could. She was carrying it inside her fucking womb. "Get it out," she said fiercely, clutching at her stomach. "I need to get it out of me. This isn't right." She was losing it. That much was apparent. Her mind was simply not grasping the situation. Her head whipped around then when she heard a knock on the door. Her beautifully sad and struck with turmoil eyes found Aliand, and her lips pressed in a thin line. She could see the appendages writhing under the clothes she'd given him.<br/><br/>It made her shudder. God, she hated her body's response to what had happened to her. It wasn't right, and she blamed it on the thing growing inside her and eating her alive. Well at least it didn't hurt. If there wasn't an officer at her door she would have gone into hysterics. He'd been so close to leaving her. So close to leaving her to kill the thing growing inside her or die trying. And now there was someone else at very much danger. She knew what Aliand and his demon were capable of. What she'd witnessed hadn't been a nightmare, but a terrifying reality. That the only reason why she'd been spared was to be a host to the creature growing inside of her. Clenching her jaw, she pulled herself to her feet and grabbed her shirt, mopping her face with it. He'd already seen her naked, and she wasn't going to answer the door with her face completely tear-stained.<br/><br/>Ignoring Aliand, she went to the door. She wasn't doing this for him. She was doing it to protect the woman. Taking a deep breath, her hand trembled as she went to unlock her door and open it. She didn't open it all the way. "Hello Officer," she said, silently grateful that her face didn't shake.<br/><br/>But the officer saw her face. "Is everything alright? There were reports of loud shouting last night," she said.<br/><br/>Danielle plastered a smile on her face. "I'm fine, truly. I was just watching some scary movies. I must have had the TV too loud and fell asleep." She hoped if anything she looked like she might have a hangover. Tension riddled every part of her body, greatly disliking the fact that Aliand was so close to her.<br/><br/>But she tried not to dwell on that and let the smile fall from her face. "If that's all?" she asked.<br/><br/>"Are you sure everything's okay?" the officer pressed. Danielle's knuckles tightened on the door. No, of course she wasn't okay. There was an intruder in her home that had violated her and impregnated her and<i>wasn't human</i>. But she nodded.<br/><br/>"I'm fine, really. I'm running late for work in fact. I think I had a little too much to drink last night."<br/><br/>The officer didn't seemed convince, but without a warrant or invitation, couldn't legally enter if there was no immediate threat. Despite the sunken and pretty well starved look on Danielle's body and her wildly frizzy hair that she hadn't bothered to care for yet, there was none. So after a few more words and the officer giving her a card, she left. Danielle immediately shut the door and locked it, leaning against it with a heavy sigh of relief. That officer would never know how close she had come to being ripped apart.<br/><br/>Which reminded her of the very real threat in her room. "You don't even care if I did die from what that...thing inside of you did to me," she spat, filled with anger and hatred. "No, I don't need you. I haven't even lived my life yet and I'm going to die regardless of what happened last night." Which she was fighting herself not to remember. She was still wet from the dreams, and more pulsing went through her body from the thing. "I can't do this..." she breathed, and ran for the kitchen in a frantic frenzy to get a knife and cut the thing out of her.