"Are… you sure you don't want to stay?"
"No…"
"And you'll be… nh… you'll be leaving in a month?"
"Yes, that was the plan… We've already talked about this before."
"...But we've never talked about it while… while doing thi—wait… wait…"
The sound of fabric tearing whispered in the air as Ayesha's teeth bit on the pillow beneath her face.
"Un… uh!" And as her teeth and lips parted, a string of saliva started to trail from the pillow that was soaked with both her tears and spit.
The pillow was not the only one that was completely soaked, however, as the juices that were endlessly dripping onto her thighs and down her knees caused the entire bed to be wet.
"Ha… I could… I could force you to stay, you know?" Ayesha's voice was meek, completely devoid of its usual brashness and arrogance, "I have the power to—Nh!"
It wasn't only her voice that was meek — everything was.
