Dolly remained in her split and rocked back and forth with her hands bound behind her and humming an unknown toon. It seemed as though the guards were avoiding her. How sad. No company. Well, she still had her voices. '<i>You've done it now Dolly." "She freaked out my son!' </i>Cackling rang through the seemingly endless abyss of her mind as the voices spoke on. '<i>If she dies, it's back to the bowels of hell for us' 'Awww!' 'Maybe she'll be raped again' 'Dumbass... you can't rape the willing, and this freak is always willing.' </i>This made the gagged woman laugh, for it was true.<br/><br/>Footsteps sounded against the floor signaling a guest! Oh yes! FInally! The person who stood on the other side of the bars was not what she expected. Then again she wasn't entirely sure of what she had been expecting in the first place. His hair was as dark as her soul and she found it nice. From the split, she sat cross-legged upon the cold stone floor and managed a smile with her gag in place with a tilt of her head as though she were observing him. '<i>This one is not what he appears to be' <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">'I know.'</span></i><br/><br/>Left and right, her head did wag at his question until it stopped to merely shrug her shoulders. The woman was silently jovial with a somber background. Forward, the bound woman with dark and mysterious aura about her did lean and nod her head casually. Friends and company were all she desired. Physical ones. The ones inside of her head were nice, but they couldn't get drunk with her, joke with her, or make regrettable decisions with her. The more the merrier in fact. Too bad she didn't see Xavier. She had tons to tell the man who escaped death twice before he could even crawl.<br/><br/>New friends, were the best. Oh, how Dolly enjoyed peeling back the layers, like an onion, to find what made them tick. What made them squirm. Reactions were embedded into her memory. Memories that would never go away for as long as the cursed woman lived.