Claira was dumb struck, what had she done? She just masturbated in the restroom, while Diego watched, not to mentioned he used her hands to get her off. Claira felt something wet against her feet. Oh god the water! She ran to the bathtub and turned the water off, grabbing her towel she threw it on the floor aggressively cleaning up the mess, upset at the whole situation. How did he control her hands? She instantly stood up, Diego said him feeding from her would create a bond. That ass!
She ran out the bathroom in to her bedroom, grabbing cloths from her dresser she put them on before looking at the clock again it was now almost 530am in the morning and remembered everyone would be a sleep. She quietly tiptoed down the halls after closing her bedroom door, she had to reach the stairs that led down into the basement where the cells where. Sliding along the walls being as as quiet as she possibly could until she reached Diego's cell.
