The scream did not stop at the first note.
It climbed.
It climbed past the first note and past the second and kept going — the raw, cracking, full-throated output of a body that had been suspended inside a temporal field for an hour while everything was done to it and was now receiving every single thing simultaneously, all at once, the full unbuffered return of sensation that the magic had been compressing.
"HIEEEKK~~~ ANGHHHHH~~!!!?!!"
Her whole body seized.
Not a tremble. Not a shudder. A full, violent, total-system lock — her spine arching backward off the dustbin lid so hard the metal rang, her thighs slamming together, her toes curling inside the trousers bunched at her feet until the fabric strained, her hands slamming flat against the cold metal on either side of her hips with the impact of fists.
Her pussy electrocuted her.
