<strong>Sedianna</strong><br/><br/>I whimper as heat and pressure builds inside of me, aching for release.  I wanted it so badly, yet I couldn't...I couldn't<em>let</em>myself betray my faith.  Even though it was fraying around the edges, under her attentions.  It was so hard to concentrate on resisting, as my body fell under her sway, on the edge of explosion, yet never reaching it.  I could tell what I wanted so badly, but I would<em>not</em>let her control me.  My panting under the effects became more and more strained as she tormented one ear.<br/><br/>Things were...so hard.  What was I supposed to do.  My back was arching slightly, in spite of my resistance, and I thought longingly of the spear, to use the butt of it to...No!  I would use it to<em>kill</em>her if I could, not let her use it to...I simply shudder at the thought.  It had been passed down through the church, such a holy relic<em>couldn't</em>be used for such!  But she was toying with me, and I gasp out at her, still defiant, intending to be so to the end, though I was uncertain...as long as I retained my purity, I wasn't lost.  Even if she somehow regained her powers, she could be killed.  But I could not help her. "Y-you can go to the hells and die!  I...I won't let you break me!"<br/><br/>My hiss is defiant, but...I can feel how fragile I am at the moment.  If she presses too hard, I'm afraid of what might happen.  I couldn't let her do this, but I didn't know what else to do.  My hands had strained enough that I wasn't certain that I could even hold a weapon, and my ankles...would I even be able to walk on them?  They were raw, and the tendons<em>hurt</em>.