Danielle wanted to cover her face or plug her ears, but they'd bound her arms behind her. So instead she tried to close her eyes and bow her head. The woman grabbed her jaw and forced her head up. "Watch, virgin. See the power of creation. Our creation. Isn't he wondrous?" Danielle jerked her head back and threw her weight against the woman behind her, desperate to get away. She could hear the meaty wet sounds of their coupling, and it mortified her. Danielle had watched porn. She'd gone to several friends' bachelorette parties, but this? This was just wrong. So wrong. The woman snarled and grabbed her by the hair, causing her to yelp.<br/><br/>Her eyes watered at the pain of it and the woman had nicked her throat, but they didn't get a chance to kill her. They were in awe, and Danielle bit her lip so hard it bled from trying not to scream. The things coming out of Leigh were horrifying. The bugle inside her monstrous. He was a monster. What had they done to him? The woman dropped her, afraid. Several of them were terrified, but Danielle was frozen in her own terror. When Leigh slumped to the ground, her eyes blank in death, Danielle did scream, but that was all she managed to do before something thick slammed against her, knocking her head against the table.<br/><br/>She didn't know how long she was unconscious for. When she came to, all she could smell was sex and blood and it made her nauseous. Her hands pressed against her stomach to try to fight the urge to vomit; her head was pounding fiercely as well. She moved slowly, swallowing back bile. Looking around, her lips trembled. All of the women, every last one of them, were all dead. Ravaged and dead. Except for her. Why wasn't she dead? She looked down at Aliand, sleeping beside her, and wondered if what she'd seen had been a dream. He looked fine now. "Aliand...Aliand wake up," she whispered, shaking his arm lightly.<br/><br/>Leaving him to stir, Danielle moved to grab two robes. One for herself, since she was cold and filthy and covered in blood, and one for Aliand, who was likely feeling the same way. Or would when he woke up. If he woke up. God she hoped he wasn't dead, too. She continued to coax him out of his slumber, brushing the hair out of his face, the robe covering his nakedness. She'd seen more than enough for a lifetime, though Danielle was a fool to deny the fact that he was extremely handsome even now. Shaking her head, she shivered. She wanted to go home so badly. However, she was too disoriented to think much beyond getting him awake and getting out of here. If she'd didn't have a minor concussion she probably would have found keys.<br/><br/>When Aliand stirred she breathed a sigh of relief. "Aliand we need to get out of here. Can you stand?" They were the only survivors, and both of them had been victims; they needed to work together to get out of there.