Every small movement he made through the barrier caused her to wince. The soles of her feet found the ground beneath her, and her knees got acquainted with her chest as she began to inch back, eyes widening further. "I- don't..." She whispered, still unable to distinguish what she needed. She was strung so tight. He pinned her with his eyes, her heart was going to explode... She was going to nap if he didn't either touch her or kill her. Her mouth opened slightly in horror as his mouth opened, and saliva dripped to the floor.  She shied further back, slowly scooting her bottom away, inch by inch. Fear was slowly winning out over lust.<br/><br/>"I just... I m-made a mistake." She whispered, still sliding back. Alphonso would never be unappreciated again. "I thought I needed a great lover... there aren't many men.... all boys?" She tried to explain, distract him. "I was arrogant." She whispered, slowly easing herself further back, away from him as he gained, his unnatural crawl horrifying. She could feel every touch of his eyes on her flesh, and stopped, shuddering at the burning heat of his stare, gasping, and tensing, trying to force her body to run. But it refused. He was a beast, he was terrifying, he was sexy and intoxicating. She was doomed. She whimpered softly, still trying to scape, though her hands and feet refused to move. It felt like she had been tied down, thick bands clamping her arms to her sides, legs to her torso. It was terrifying, it was relaxing.<br/><br/>She gasped at his question, eyes meeting him in a fatal mistake.<em>Fucking.</em>She thought, With him it would only be fucking. It would have been fucking with whoever she summoned. She couldn't bring herself to say the curse word. Not to him. It would cement his hold. If she said it there would be no escape. She swallowed thickly, and took a deep, heady breath. Roses, leather, lust filled her, and she tensed a moment, before surging up, turning to run, bare feet slipping over the surprisingly cold floor as she lunged for the doorway.