Zowie slipped off the hoodie all together and let the mist make her white tank top slightly see through, technically she was still dressed. "Why?" She repeated his question and then sighed. "No I don't like you all that much...but I'm compelled to feel you inside me. I want you to make me scream while you thrust into me anyway you want to." Zowie could feel tears at the corners of her eyes, she hated her illnesses sometimes, they were humiliating but she knew that this was what Nic was looking for. "I want to be taken by you or anyone who can hold onto me and control me." Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath to steady her emotions, delicate hands wiping away her tears of shame.