Danielle still thought what had happened had just been a nightmare. Deep down she did know better, but she had to believe that there was some good left in him. She hasn't locked the door out of some misguided trust and mostly because she had been lost in thought. So it surprised her when she heard the apology. She hadn't heard the door open. Danielle whirled around with a gasp. No. No. She couldn't believe this was happening. Had she fallen asleep in the shower? Her eyes widened until they were saucers as....tentacles came out of his naked, blood stained body. It was grotesque and horrifying in a slightly awe inspiring fashion. Danielle shook her head when the things gripped her wrists, the sharp sting of the cuts on her wrists reminding her that this very much wasn't a dream.<br/><br/>She began to tremble when they lifted her arms and pushed her against the tile. "No. No. No it wasn't...I thought it was a nightmare." Tears started to stream down her face, her mind filling up with the horrors of what had transpired. "P-please," she begged. "Please I don't want to die. I haven't lived. I haven't...I'm still a virgin." Though considering what he had done to them, she shook her head again. "Please don't take my virginity Aliand. I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened to you but please don't kill me."<br/><br/>He had killed all those women. She knew that now. Some part of her felt they had slightly deserved it. A larger part thought of how stupid she had been to trust him. They had changed him, he had said. She'd felt something in the living room earlier. He had kissed her, and that had felt wrong and so very good at the same time.<br/><br/>Danielle's breasts heaved, nipples taunt in the cool air of the bathroom, the fog escaping through the air vent in the ceiling. They were perfectly shaped, round. She was clean shaven under her arms and her legs, revealing pale skin that was lightly freckled. Her hair was curly even wet, spilling just past her waist, now clean of blood, dirt, and grime. Even the V between her legs was neatly trimmed, and she tried futilely to close them. She couldn't stop her sobs as she plead for her life, knowing that she should have fought. But how could she? Why did she have to have such a kind heart?<br/><br/>In the end it would just take her life. She was likely going to be raped and mutilated before he was done with her, and she whined in defeat, though she still begged him with every inch of her being to get Aliand to see reason. That she wasn't like them. That she didn't want this at all. Even though part of her did. She wanted to know more. Had they changed her too? Or was that just some dark, twisted part of her that wanted something good to come out of her impending death?