Like clockwork, as promised, when the first hour fizzled out, a new soul walked through the dormitory doors with a glass full of water.
"You can stop to drink," the woman spoke dryly, refusing to look Arabella in the eyes.
Arabella lowered herself with much difficulty the best her sore muscles allowed. Her lips chased the tip of the cup until they locked onto it before the frantic slurping began.
"Slow down or you will choke," the dirty blond demanded.
But slowing down was no option as her dry throat screamed and begged for more and more than it could handle.
She guzzled it down to the last drop and syphoned for more, her teeth clinging around the cup.
"That is enough for now! Let go, you whore! That is all you get!"
With that, she ripped the cup out of her mouth and stormed away as though in a rush to leave that place behind.
"Get back to fucking that cock!" she yelled from the door.
