Dolly smiled, sat, and listened. The gorgeous woman before her looked as though she could take a lot, but to watch that chill ghost through her, she similar chills to dance across Dolly's exposed flesh for entirely different reasons: excitement. Despite the voices throwing in their two cents as the story was being told, Dolly hung on every word spoken. Visibly the prisoner feigned an appalled look.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">""Occult fever dream"? Dear lady, I am my own unique being, though I hear that there are other's <i>like</i> me."</span>A wicked smile suddenly emerged along with a wicked little laugh as she rocked in place with her bindings.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"You've every right to be cautious. Your enemy may even be hard to see with the naked eye."</span>With a serious tone of voice, she continued on.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I can not offer you answers, but I can offer you aide. <i>We </i>can offer you aide and believe me.... you will need it. Were there even bodies found?</span>" A shiver of excitement visibly ghosted through her being as mad Dolly spoke.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Your man is like me. Take me there and I'll hear what he hears. Whatever we are, most can't stand it. It drives them mad to the brink of death. But not I! It's a blessing and a curse. Though we are all still different, I can take a beating, but not like him."</span>Her tone of voice saddened near the end. It reminded her of her mother who was frightened of her, but oh how her mother would be so happy to see her making friends!<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Free me and I can at least talk to the souls that are dead.... if they are even dead to begin with." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">It was an interesting thought. There were beings that could swallow a soul without being seen, but a whole village? This was fun and she would have company. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I wish that I could see the man though. An hour with me and he will spill a lot." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">The smile creeping upon her face spoke of some very mischevious thoughts as she waited to see if her words earned her freedom. </span><i> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Tom?</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"> Did you have a reason for stopping by or did you just come here to see me? Given your <i>blindness</i>, you might want to keep really close to me when I'm freed. The more the merrier, right?" </span>