Not well.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." she says in a low voice.

You can feel her fear, her uncertainty through your connection. "Calm down Cyndi, everything is fine." You say.

"Everything is fine?" she asks angrily.

"Everything is fine, just look in my eyes." You reply.

She looks up at you, but instead of feeling calm come to her you feel anger and confusion spread over the line. "What did you do to me?" She whispers, tears welling up in her eyes.

You are speechless, you try to calm her down over the line or to draw her into your eyes. She stares back at you and you feel the disgust permeating down the line. "I felt you cum, I saw you cum. You came hard and you made me cum too." She says.

She pulls up her scrubs and gets to her feet not leaving your gaze. You feel a cacophony of emotions coming over the line: anger, fear, shame, guilt. All mixed with a embers of curiosity and desire.

"I'm sorry." You whisper.

"You're sorry?" she asks, still looking at you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel like that." You reply.

"You made me feel those things. You entered my mind and did what you wanted with it." She says. "Do you know how terrifying that is?"

The room is heavy with her disgust for you, but the line tells you that her feelings towards you are being complicated by a growing need and arousal.

"How could you do that? How could you take advantage of me?" She says. You feel her pulling away from the line, trying to distance herself from you. As if she is as aware of its existence as you are.

"I know I should have stopped, but I couldn't. " you plead. She looks at you quizzically, shakes her head, and walks out of the room.

You stay up till late at night, thinking about what you did. The gentle thrum of different emotions continue to be sent down your connection. You know that you could still reach out over it if you wanted to, maybe hear what she's thinking. But you can still feel the shame she felt, you can see the disgust with which she looked at you. You are ashamed, but you can't ignore the draw down that wire. When sleep takes you, you dream of Cyndi.