She felt a thrill of amusement as he struggled against the effects, fighting through pain and confusion, holding to his previous idea of her. She moved as if to leave, playing the part of the timid little girl perfectly. He stared at his own leg, as if offended by it. She could read little from his emotions, observing only that he was struggling still. As she began to walk away, she felt when he suddenly snapped and gave in to it. Before she could relish in her victory, she felt strong hands grip her arms, whirl her around, and found herself standing face to face with her pet. He was wild eyed, and crazed.<br/><br/>His voice harsh, he demanded that she lead him to the girl. She forced herself to look terrified, pulling against his gripping hands weakly to try and pull away.<br/><br/>"Stop it!!" she cried, "you're hurting me! I don't know this girl, man! You're crazy! Let go!"<br/><br/>At the same time, she focused even more on the influence of need she was channeling into him. She fought to stir emotions from deep within him, deliberately trying to push him deeper into the madness that seemed to have gripped him.