The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 1: Lacramioara Albescu

[DSX93]

At this point, after so much play based around it, Eveline could feel Serina squirming in her seat at ringside. Didn't even have to look her way to know that the sight of little Desdemona here writhing in her clutches was doing things to her. It was one of her favorite ways to punish her when they happened to have someone else around to bring into a session: Take the feet away and make her watch as she gives them to their third.

Ooh. This is delicious! If she keeps this up...

"Silly girl, you're crying out for the one who sent you to me." Lacramioara's voice was low. Still beautiful, yet so menacing. Her expression mocking, clearly taking joy in her victim's distress. The hand that didn't belong to the arm currently squeezing Dizzy's neck moved to one of her breasts. She may not have much there, but that doesn't mean that what she has is to be ignored. Her fingertips touched down, testing to see if -- yeah, she's wearing a bra. So she settled for a hearty squeeze, still wanting to bring attention to what others have likely ignored. "You want this to stop? You want out? Find your own way! Stop me yourself, if you can!"

She started working her foot faster. Harder. Picking up the pace with every stroke. She was going to make this girl moan. Melt that defiance away. Choke the fight out of her. And she wouldn't stop until Dizzy was on the edge -- whichever came first between ecstasy or unconsciousness. Then she'd stop. Just before she crossed that threshold.

But she wouldn't be done. Shifting her body weight to the side, bringing Dizzy with her, she'd slide from underneath her, going for her legs. She'd set her knee down atop one, a measure taken to limit her options should she still have something left in her reserve to struggle with. Then go for the arms. One at a time, tucking one underneath the knee of the leg she had raised, and placing the other over her ankle, then rise to her feet as she lifted Dizzy's other leg to cross her ankles together, then flip her over.

Ass up and helpless, with the additional kick of having her own body

And she almost didn't have to slide the bite-sized maiden's skirt up to show the world what she had underneath it: A perfect blend of the old and the new, having enough material to rise to stomach level, a sight reminiscent of the bottoms of the olden days, yet with a sexy, modern touch. Sheer and revealing, yet the dampened black lace and the red trim kept her most intimate parts just out of view. For now.

The crowd erupted with appreciative cheers and whistles and catcalls. And the voice of After Dark's head would say from ringside, "Oooh, sexy!"

With a dark smile, Lacramioara took a seat atop Dizzy's rump, setting a foot down on the back of her head. Crossed one leg over the other,

"Hmm...I have been looking for a new throne. You're comfortable; perhaps you'll do. What do you say, Desdemona? Shall I Embrace you, turn you into the cutest piece of furniture that ever existed, for all time?"

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was fighting back her lustier thoughts, trying her best to remember that she wasn’t supposed to look like she was enjoying this as much as she did, but wow, it was becoming increasingly difficult with every passing second as Lacramioara worked her magic. The woman had a magical touch, and the way she applied it…

Case in point, the hand at her breasts. Dizzy’s chest didn’t have that much going on, a flat landscape, fairly unimpressive a-cups, and most of the women she was with tended to overlook them when. There weren’t exactly the main attraction of her body, so they rarely got much tender care.

Not so with Lacramioara. She brought dextrous, sinewy fingers to her breasts, latched out, and worked Dizzy’s breast as if they were the most tempting thing she’d ever touched, giving love to a forsaken area. That alone would have driven Dizzy wild, but between the stimulation between her legs and the heated words in her ear, it drove her utterly mad with lust.

Dizzy arched her back, closed her eyes, and let out a monstrous moan that belied her tiny frame, a roaring cry of untamed passion that forced its way around through the choke. She shuddered as the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm ran through her, and tensed up for the plunge. Three, two…

No.

Dizzy’s body went into a spastic fit as Lacramioara cut off her supply of pleasure at a crucial moment, leaving her to hang on the edge of the cliff. Her hand moved towards her legs, ready to finish the job herself if need be. Still, the vampiress was quicker on the draw - in an instant, she was moving about, manipulating her body, working her into crazy positions. It all happened so fast that she wasn’t even sure what the whole process was, but she could see the results: her, bundled up tight like a gift-wrapped present, trapped with her limbs, her toned butt sticking high in the air.

It was prime dominance, and it only got better when the woman used her as a seat, settled in, ass to ass, with a foot on the back of her skull. She couldn't wait to see this scene back in the video. She might even take a picture of it and frame it on her wall whenever she got her place. It would make for one hell of a conversation starter. ”You…you beast!” She wiggled her butt, making the woman on top jiggle - and, perhaps, giggle - with her pathetic struggles. ”Please, please, no! I’ll do anything you want, just let me go!”

[DSX93]

A petite buxom, a shaft that stands shorter than most, a facial scar...Tending to land less bountiful, or even razed, has always taken Lacramioara places. Almost always beyond where she'd go following more well-paved roads. As Dizzy's lust overcame rationality and her character's desire to escape her at last -- to the point that she attempted to take herself over the edge, at that -- she let out the sort of laugh one would expect to hear coming from her on the big screen: Low, dark, and sensuous. That of a woman who was just as likely to snuff you out as she was to look at you, but damn, if you had the opportunity to have her to yourself for just a little while...

Since it wouldn't be her hand pulling her across the finish line, it wouldn't have cost Dizzy the match. But it wasn't pragmatism that made Lacramioara intercept her. While she intended to take the "sweet petite treat" every step of the way herself, she was in no rush to get her there. She and Alix were of similar attitudes when it came to Hentai wrestling. Although she was still new to it herself -- officially, that is -- she agreed with the notion that the first experience should be made a good one if you can make it happen.

And there wasn't a single doubt in her mind about her ability to make it happen. But first, she'd drive this girl crazy. As a part of the experience that she'd provide.

"Beast." She repeated the word after Dizzy, and had another laugh while her makeshift chair rocked itself. But she wouldn't let it continue on for too long before she wound her arm back and gave her a good smack to the rump. "Rickety furniture." And another. Her expression changed from amused to annoyed. "Do I look like someone who sits on anything but the finest?" If Dizzy continued to move underneath her, she'd spank her again. As many times as it takes for her finally adapt to the new role she'd been saddled with.

"That's better." With Dizzy settled, she'd warm up a little. Not enough to let the girl go, most certainly not. It was time to proceed to the next stage of the game. "Beast." She'd repeat. "Yes, there's been a Beast living inside of me ever since that fateful night, so many moons ago. You wouldn't believe the things that it's driven me to do. Such terrible things. I fought it for so long. Tried to deny my true nature. But in the end, the thirst always wins. When I embraced it, my...'life' got so much easier. Pleasant, even."

She let that one hang for a moment. To give Dizzy a chance to put two and two together on where this was heading before she finished. "That's what I want from you, Dizzy: Honesty. With yourself. With me. Your body was saying so much just a moment ago, but I want you to put it into words now. Tell me what you really want."

[BlackAkuma]

This. This was why Dizzy preferred older women. While she didn’t avoid girls her age, she always gravitated towards the ladies with rust on their gears, who had seen the world and brought back stories. Great bodies, energy, eagerness, those were things you could find in so many. But experience? That only came with time.

Lacramioara didn’t seem too much older than her - mid-twenties, perhaps - but she could tell that the gap in time was filled with so much knowledge, so many tangible experiences. It was all in the way she handled her body, controlling Dizzy like she was an instrument to be fine-tuned. There was no doubt here, no questioning her abilities. The situation was totally in her control.

That thought alone, the idea of being the dark vixen’s tool of pleasure, would’ve been enough to leave her wet on its lonesome. But her dark mistress took it so much further.

One slap. Another. Another. Each one brought a new, genuine, yelping moan from Dizzy, as she reveled in the pain. She had always loved a good spanking, and now that she had some real muscle back there from her training, she loved it even more. Each one sent tingles through her buttocks and sizzled the skin, leaving her cheeks clenching and burning. It took a real, earnest effort not to scream out for more and harder.

She settled. After a while. She would’ve been content to let Lacramioara spank her all night, but that might get boring for the viewers after a while, and it would be nice to sit down at some point in the next week. She breathed hard and let out the occasional pathetic whimper as the vampiress spoke, her words dripping with dark, lurid intent.

God, she loved that accent.

With the question posed to her, Dizzy didn’t answer right away, though she knew precisely what to say. She feigned thought, as if the words were forming in her head, as if there was some hesitation and doubts. She chewed on her lip, then forced them.

”I want…” She closed her eyes and filled her face with the sort of shame she’d never really known. ”I want you. I want you over me. I want your body against mine, your lips at my neck, your teeth…” So forbidden, so taboo, she didn’t dare speak it.

The yearning, the lust, the depravity, the hunger, she brought it with every heavy, heaving breath. ”Take me. Own me. Devour me.”

[DSX93]

Lacramioara wasn't giving her everything. She hit Dizzy hard, but not as hard as she could've, and the brunette's response had the anticipation building fast. How will she react when she really gets going? How crazy will she get then? Watching her partners lose it when she finally gives them what they want was already pretty sweet to the curly-haired beauty. But having power like this up for grabs...

Her red eyes watched on with an amused, accomplished interest as the girl loosed those cries that called for more, each one another step in the abandonment of the character who wanted none of the sweet indulgence she offered. And another towards, yes, becoming a tool purposed for her pleasure.

When Dizzy finally stilled herself, her hand transitioned from a tool of punishment to a thing that soothed with gentle circular motions on her derriere. Got her familiarized with what was hers for tonight. For nights beyond this -- she had a feeling. And a little tease, a little more oomph to push her over the edge to finally breaking character.

The expected words came, but Dizzy held on strong. Made it look for all the world like it was killing her inside to admit to her desires. This. Girl. She needs to be in one of her films. One of the erotic projects.

But she spoke the truth, regardless. Told her what she wanted, and received an approving smile in turn. Lacramioara didn't speak. Just got up and started unwrapping her, with the hurried pace of a kid on Christmas morning. Leg. Arm. Leg. Arm. Then guided her onto her back, eying her like she was the sexiest thing she's ever seen and it's been so, so long, tongue sweeping across her lips. "You see? It's that easy."

Lacramioara's eyes would never leave hers as she descended onto her knees, then made that slow crawl to cover her. Let the moment marinate and build anticipation. Give her the best view in the house that one could have down her dress, and one last brief moment to let her mind run wild with the possibilities of what is to come. To do some of the work for her.

One leg would be deliberately placed between Dizzy's legs, her thigh pressing into her most sensitive spot again. Last time, the brunette had to stop because of the count. What would she do this time, when the heat turns up and she doesn't have those restrictions? Especially with her wrists restrained and held above her head, removing the options she would've had with her hands.

And then they were face to face, lips mere inches away from touching. "One simple admission, and you, Desdemona Belti, are mine." The distance would be closed at last. The kiss was exactly what was asked of her: An assertion of her dominance, with the pace and pressure being hers to set. A dance that she led, breaking once, just long enough to reaffirm, "Mine."

Hot and domineering, but never overbearing. Her tongue slid past Dizzy's lips, seeking hers out for the next steps of their carnal tango.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was of two minds about being tied up like this. While it wasn’t the first time someone had tried to bumble her up, it was one of the few times it had been done by someone who knew what they were doing. Most of the women who’d tried it on her had been all thumbs and couldn't get much more going than a few basic knots. Enough to make it look decent, but not enough to stop her if she truly wanted to escape. Not so with Lacramioara - when she had Dizzy down, she truly felt like she wasn’t going anywhere, like she could’ve stayed there all night and spanked to her heart’s content if she genuinely wanted to, and the tiny Italian didn’t hate that prospect.

On the other hand, her leg was starting to cramp up, bringing this whole charade to an abrupt and unsatisfying end. So it was likely for the best.

Regardless, there was a difference between being unbound and being free. While Lacramioara had given her the former, the latter was still very much out of reach, as the woman made her way on top and took her rightful place, mounting her like a predator with its fallen prey. Dizzy’s legs came together as her thigh slid in, only giving the briefest hint of resistance before parting and letting that heavenly thigh have its way.

She bit her lip tight, trying to keep her desires in check, but her muscles tensed, and her heart raced. For now, she had to be sated with a slow, subtle thrust of her hips, a rocking motion that the cameras would fail to pick up on through their clothes, but that would only make do for so long. She needed this woman all over her.

And she would have it. She held her breath as Lacramioara’s lips closed in, tasting her breath with every word she spoke. Closer, closer, closer…

Dizzy’s moaning scream echoed down Lacramioara’s gullet when she finally took what was hers, pressing their lips together for a claiming kiss. On the outside, she was pliant and willing, accepting her mistress’ embrace, letting her do all the work and meekly taking what was given, but inside their mouths, a completely different story played out. Dizzy’s tongue was wild and wilful, flicking all about the vampress’ mouth, playful flicking at its counterpart and daring it to chase, exploring every corner she could find, dancing along the teeth. If this was a tango, it was a lively one between an experienced veteran and an eager partner, both of them knowing their roles.

”Yours.” She spoke in raspy, wanting breaths, letting her lust out now that she and her character were of the same mind. Another kiss, and she spoke again. ”Take me.”

[DSX93]

The woman (she may still be in her teens, but she felt very much like a woman) beneath Lacramioara brought an interesting combination of scent and taste to the ring with her: That rich, musky, heady something that's filled many of the sex shops she's visited the world over, and her tongue bore a fruity flavor that was light on her taste buds. There was nothing else to pick up, which spoke of both anticipation and consideration. She'd eaten something just before.

Tic Tacs. She had to try not to giggle into Dizzy's mouth when she realized it, but she'd certainly be able to feel her smile against her lips. They liked the same flavor.

Mint is boring.

And Dizzy was oh so intriguing, even as she gave in. Playing the part of the "victim" being carried into the sweetness of the dark side all the way to the end, keeping the most overt a subtlety to the audience with those measured movements of her hips. They'd both said it now: She was hers. Yet, she was not completely..."tamed" was a technical, but not quite the right term.

Surrendering to Lacramioara's control in this instance required Dizzy to fully act on her desires. To let her primal directive guide that petite body. Let it all out, wild and free.

Unleashed.

The Romanian beauty could guide her along all on her own, body to body, but the effects of the invisible paste that she had applied to her teeth -- Emilia's creation -- would make for a better, hotter show. It had been tested in private, with the love of her life being the volunteer. Oh, what a night that was! They hadn't slept until the sun had risen.

Well, Eveline had. She'd been run ragged. Serina still had enough energy for one more round. Just one more, she begged, but she had nothing left to give. So the poor thing had to take care of herself before they could finally lay in each other's arms for most of the day.

Lacramioara smiled at her response, gliding a hand down Dizzy's arms and further along to stroke her smooth brown head, her expression softening to something approaching a smile one would expect of a lover. Make no mistake, she was still prey. But that doesn't mean that her devouring had to be painful. She turned Dizzy's head, exposing what to a vampire perhaps the most erotic part of the human form. Bared her fangs. And...

The taste of blood is something that that Eveline never savored. She and Serina had never even experimented with blood play. Only half of The Coterie had, and of those three, only her sister and Elina would find enough pleasure in the practice to stick with it.

But all good actors know how to do away with displeasure for the sake of the production, many times for hours on end. Lacramioara Albescu found her basis through the Toreador, a breed of vampire more sensual than the others. That disgusting crimson, metallic substance that was pumping through Dizzy's veins and into Eveline Morasanu-Levesque's mouth was sweet ambrosia to her. Nectar, if you're going by Homer's take. Pure pleasure, in liquid form. The world's greatest drug, lifting her up in seconds. Her face would tell it as she kneeled upright, looking to the skies as it took her to the Heavens. Into a pleasant living dream. Her tongue wiped her fangs clean of the remnants of that elixir, to keep her in it for just a few moments longer.

Her focus would return to Dizzy slowly, as though every second was another step back down to Earth.

Eveline had learned: With this paste, less puts more towards her goal.

Just that one bite. Her mistake with Serina was giving her three, inducing a maddening rush. This time, she'd bring a wave that could be ridden, not a storm.

"You will feel the power of my vitae soon. Don't fight it. It will free you, as it freed me."

[BlackAkuma]

As the two met and their tongues mingled, Dizzy became increasingly convinced that there wasn’t a single inch of Lacramioara that didn’t turn her on. Even her breath was sexy - where some women would’ve played it safe and bought the most generic breath mint they could find or been lazy and just let Listerine do the job, the vivacious vampiress opted for something fruitier, more adventurous, a treat for their tongues. It was funny, but so many of her lovers put so little thought into making their mouths pleasurable, even though it was kind of a big part of the whole thing.

God, she could never thank Allie enough for this. Dizzy felt like she was learning more about sex in five minutes than most did in five years, and the lesson was far from over.

The older woman stroked her hair with a caring hand, her smile growing warm, almost motherly, and Dizzy closed her eyes to bask in the glow. Even though they’d never slept together before or even met before this, there was a familiar quality to the way Lacramioara made love, and it took Dizzy a moment to realize why.

It all came to her at once - she’d dreamed about this, in some form or another, since she started having sex on the regular. This was what she wanted a lover to be. Caring, wild, fun, bold, dangerous, all the boxes were ticked, and it explained why the two fit so well together. Women like this were what she lived for, and now she had the ideal on top of her, pulling back her neck, moving in with those fangs…

…oh, shit, she was really going to bite her, wasn’t she?

For whatever reason, it hadn't dawned on Dizzy that was going to happen until right before those shimmering fangs sunk into her neck. With all the vampire talk, she must’ve known, on some level, that a bite would come sooner or later, but there was biting and then there was biting. Dizzy bit people all the time, but it was rarely enough to leave marks and never enough to draw blood. Lacramioara gave her something much sharper, enough to sink past her skin and into the raw meat underneath. The surprise mixed with the pain mixed with the shock, and Dizzy filled the air with a genuine shriek, her body arching and pushing up against Lacramioara’s body.

She closed her eyes, shut tight, and writhed under her tormentress, as she struggled to stay in character. Whimpers came out of her, unbidden, as she suffered through the pain for a few moments, before a numbness spread from the spot. A soothing chill seeped into the skin, calming her nerves and dousing the fires.

Dizzy’s struggles changed. She wasn’t writhing in pain anymore, no, but she was writhing. Sensations were moving through her body, ones she’d never felt before, and her muscles were taking on a mind all their own. Her blood raced, heart quickened, and a deep surge came through her legs. Something was consuming her. Sinking into a pool with no bottom.

More than anything, Dizzy was sure she’d never been more horny at any point in her entire life, and that was no small statement. She didn’t want Lacramioara anymore, she needed her, on a spiritual level. The innocent little girl was gone, replaced with something hungry and feral.

Dizzy exhaled, a deep breath that pushed Lacramioara’s curls away and fully revealed her glistening face. ”Vieni qui.”

She reached up, wrapped her arms around Lacramioara’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss, more demanding and dominating than the previous one by far. She wasn’t giving anymore, no, she was taking; her tongue staked a claim in her lover’s mouth and dared her to do something about it. Her legs wrapped tight around the woman’s thigh, and her hips drove hard, incessantly working against her thighs, craving the stimulation as she grew more sensitive.

Dizzy didn’t know what she’d been injected with, but fuck, she wanted more. She wanted a lifetime supply.

[DSX93]

Eveline would have to give the Allie Cat her thanks when this is over. She was getting so much more than she expected from this: Knowledge of the arena that the two were navigating now was one of the qualities that attracted her the most to older partners. She liked to give instruction, but when things get hot, she doesn't always have the patience to teach. That's what made it easier to go without when her father started interrogating the boys she brought home.

She was doing everything that he was afraid she was doing. And the boys? They weren't hitting the spot. And even sadder, neither did the girls, aside from Elina. But even then, there was a disconnect in the bedroom. It was good when they were on the same wavelength, but they were two dominants. It was one of those things that led to their fortunately amicable breakup.

But after that -- after she set her sights on Mr. Covaci and Silvia Dimir -- she never looked back for those her age or younger. She'd take their hand to fill a bed every so often, but her sport had been chosen: Cougars and "manthers", as Phoebe called them. People who could find a woman's buttons and know when and how hard or softly, quickly or slowly, to push them without needing to be told.

But here she was now, as the elder to someone who had that same combination of qualities that made it difficult for her to let her wife leave the bed unmolested in the morning: That roadmap and the energy that she'd typically provide the lion's share of in her dalliances. Perhaps the one and only true downside to her preference.

Dizzy didn't need that boost, but Eveline was excited to see what she'd do with her "vitae" now that it was running through her veins. No more words needed to be said. This wasn't a match anymore. And the roleplay was about to be on its way out the door, as natural as hers felt at the moment. She let the brunette have her moment. Allowed herself to be pulled into her needy embrace with a giggle, their lips parting at the exact same time, tongues coming forward at the exact same time, allowing a worried Alvira to release the breath that had been caught in her chest.

"Aye, aye, aye!" With that scare in the past now, The Mistress of After Dark could feel the heat at ringside. So hot, she had to fan herself.

This wasn't Eveline's first battle with an experienced tongue. She knew how to reassert herself, especially with their legs in the positions that they were in. A hand clapped at Dizzy's hip and squeezed. Not enough to hurt, but to make sure, no matter how deep into the fog her head may descend, that she never forgot that the Sanguine Rose was on top.

Her hips drove just as hard. Pushed just as incessantly. And more. A dare for a dare; keep up if you can. Eveline and Lacramioara's moans -- and later growls -- pouring down Dizzy's throat and reverberating through her slight form were one in the same as the electricity shot out from her core and coursed through the rest of her, making her far more alive than a member of the undead had any right to be.

She would endure. She'd already brought Dizzy to the edge once. It wouldn't be long before she started showing and shouting those telltale signs again. And when she did, she'd slip away, laughing an evil little laugh, knowing of the madness it would incite.

But Eveline would not deny her again. She's not actually evil. She just needed those few seconds to move down south, get those legs over her shoulders and a possessive grip of her thighs, and press her lips to Dizzy's sopping wet, but still covered nethers and put her talented tongue to work pushing at all the right spots, red eyes blinking not even once. She'd done this enough times for it to be the greatest and worst form of Sapphic torture in her employ, and her favorite from which to observe, indistinguishable from when others would do it without barriers but begging the question that they would all be dying to know after: What if there weren't?

And Eveline had every intention of seeing that Dizzy learns of the answer to that question. But not right now. The fans at this first showing of LAW: After Dark were here to see something different, and Lacramioara would give them a showing of skill that would set her apart.

Any second now...

[BlackAkuma]

Despite being Italian, Dizzy didn’t speak her native language all that much. She really didn’t have much of a chance to - she couldn't do the math off the top of her head, but she would wager that she’d spent about a year of her life in her home country, usually just for a family holiday or the occasional visit with her cousins. She mostly spoke English with little dips in other languages of the places she and her mother had frequented. A little fluent in German, French, Dutch, et cetera. She was getting good enough at Japanese to converse with it, and she’d started working on her Spanish for…reasons.

During sex, she only slipped to her native tongue when the sex was either phenomenal or she needed to add a little flavor and spice things up.

”Cazzo, sei un animale!

No prizes for guessing which applied in this situation.

Though Dizzy wasn’t even sure she could call it sex in the traditional sense. As horny as she was, as electric as this all was turning out to be, she was keenly aware that Lacramioara hadn't even stripped her yet and didn’t seem to have any intentions on doing so. Interesting choice. Most women would’ve ripping her bodice apart by now, but she wasn’t complaining - clothing or not, it didn't with a woman like this.

Dizzy let out a squealing growl when her hips were slapped - she liked that. She let out breathless gasp when the woman reasserted control and pounded her hips into the mat - she liked that even more. Their tongues battled, teased and pushed, slithered around each other, and her incessant gyrations were answered with commanding thrusts.

It was so good, so damn good, Dizzy was on the edge, and-

Lacramioara pulled away. ”Fuck!”

Dizzy’s shout was equal parts despair, annoyance, and exasperation, and it came with a slap on the mat to show her frustration as Lacramioara’s cruel laugh rang across the stands. Evil, evil woman - or so Dizzy thought, right up until the moment her legs were seized, and that wonderful tongue made its way to her panties for its devilish work.

Every lick was electric, a wild spark that flowed through her, and her hips moved to meet Lacramioara’s ministrations, wantonly humping away. No, she didn’t go for the sweet flesh underneath, but it hardly mattered at this point. If anything, that just made it even better. Each touch was a tantalizing tease of so much more, enough to give her what she needed while offering a preview of so much more—the trailer to a movie she wanted to see, a few bites of a five-star meal.

It was wild, it was maddening, it was cruel, but it was enough to push her right over the edge - for now. The tiny Italian closed her eyes, arched her back, and let loose with a deep, rumbling orgasmic cry that had no business coming out of a body so small, as she went into a spastic fit, moving like a woman possessed. Every gushing spurt brought another twitch, as the pleasure came over her like a wave.

Dizzy deflated as the audience applauded, and her lazy eye rolled to the side as she tried to catch her breath, heaving and panting as the sweat drenched her outfit. She looked like she’d jumped out into a rainstorm, but she couldn't have cared less. Only one thought was going through her mind at the moment, a single word that made its way to the top of her frazzled mind.