"It's not<em>reason</em>when you're forcing it on others!" Sylvia hissed, but in short order she was gagged. And at her smile, Illania's eyes went wide and she looked at Sylvia in a bit of panic.<br/><br/>The night was a torture for both. Illania hadn't realized just how much she relied on her elven friend to steady her nerves, but there was nothing she could do, her bonds far too tight for the half-elf to escape.<br/><br/>And come morning, she was shivering in arousal, fear, and feeling filthy. When the woman spoke to her, Illania opened her mouth to reply that she was fine...then hesitated. And instead she was honest, her voice shaking. "I feel filthy. Foulness creeping into my body because of what you...you are forcing into me. The miasma clouding my mind, and I'm so tired...but you scare me more than even that. You're trying to turn me into something I'd despise, and I'd rather die. Please, just...just be merciful and<em>kill</em>me, already?"