Licking her lips she could taste the sweet trace of the precum left there, the effect of an unexpected reminder of kissing his cock caused a sudden tightening feeling in the pit of her stomach and an involuntary heavy gasp.

As the distraction and endorphin high from all that had happened already slowly ebbed, she became more aware of the outside sensations. She had always been deeply afraid of the dark, not just frightened but overwhelmingly terrified of it to the degree that if she had to choose between the dark and safety or light and danger, she would still choose the light.

Her skin could feel the slight currents of the air around her, the sensation of descending ever downward. She could still feel the wall under her finger tips as it was her only guide forward. She no longer could sense the mans presence and he had not spoken again. She had no way to know if he was watching her, or if he was even near her. The combination of the darkness, the unfamiliar, and the heavy atmosphere full of cold and damp drafts had triggered the start of the panic which always rose in her from darkness.

She had to fight not to open her eyes and disobey, She had the oddest random thought pop into her head that kept repeating over and over, “From the east to the west sped the angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light with both their hands.” Somehow fixating on the image it created calmed her.

She had no idea how long she walked forward, only that the wall under her hand had no break in it and it always was a slight downward descent. She was almost at the breaking point of controlling her fear when the man again put his hand to her chest and said “stop”

Panting slightly she felt her self swaying forward to him before she could stop in an attempt to find comfort, some way of dispelling the anxiety that had built up in her. Pulling back she stood straight and waited.

A hand cupped her cheek softly “I saw how you were struggling with fear, it was on your face. You still went forward despite it. I want you to tell me what you felt and why you forced it under control.” It was said so softly to her that she would have never heard it outside of the absolute silence around them. To be asked to speak about her deepest feelings and fears was not what she had expected; she took in a deep breath and now had to face the fear of showing her true inner thoughts and step further into her voluntary deconstruction of her former self.