This time, Voyne feels the compulsion crash into her. Her shoulders rock as she tries to control her breathing, resist it. But it doesn’t work, because she’s too busy being confused that Phosyne wants this, wants her to cage her against the wall, exude all of Voyne’s greater physical strength and all her intimidation. But then she remembers Phosyne against the chapel wall, and how, at first, Voyne was certain she was enjoying being choked.
