[ The sight of Anna like that knocks the breath out of Kainé, half-dressed and all disheveled and burning with want for her. Kainé herself must be quite the sight for Anna right now. Face flushed, in her sheer nightgown with her nipples visible through the linen, unable to see anything but Anna. And of course, the tented fabric between her thighs, practically outlining her erect cock.

But if Anna expected a pleasant reception, she will be let down. Disgust and anger ripple through Kainé like tiny cracks in porcelain. A fragile doll, about to shatter. If her own trauma wasn't already enough to smash her budding trust, then corruption and caustic desire ensured it. Of course. Of course. She half-laughs, half-sobs, violently swatting Anna's hand away. ]

So that's what I am, huh? [ She feels like she's falling, ugly memories reaching up from the depths to meet her as she tumbles down. What she says next as almost sing-song as those old wounds force themselves out from her lips. ] Wow, who fucking knew such a pretty girl has a big cock! I heard if you feed her and put a roof over her head, she'll be your whore! Oh, Kainé, you're so much bigger than my husband!

[ Unable to hold back her rage any longer, her fist slams into Anna's gut, not even caring how her hard chassis splits her knuckles and sends ripples of pain up her arm. It's trivial as far as her present agonies go. Nothing burns hotter than betrayed love. ]

I look like her, don't I? Or do I act like her? Either way, you just had to use me.