It's been three days underground for Zorat and Erica.
They would eat, talk, watch the minautur go a little beserk from rage, feeling he was being looked down on since Erica and Zorat were having so much fun in his territory.
They would share a single futon and a single sheet of fabric amongst themselves, snuggling close together to keep the cold at bay. But the temperature just kept dropping the more time they spent in there.
Now, the futon or the sheets could barely keep them warm, and Erica, who was scantily dressed, had it worse, as she was almost freezing on the futon, where she lay shivering, with Zorat behind her back, his arms wrapped around her to keep her warm.
Try as he may, Zorat had not been able to fulfill Erica's desire, so he believed making her comfortable and happy wasn't the solution at all. He needed to make her desperate and ignite something passionate between them.
