He pressed more pain into her memory, and the room around them shuddered as if hit by an earthquake. She cringed and writhed, shutting her eyes tight as she tried to fight it off. Outside, flashes of violent lightning rent the sky and thunder caused the walls to shake. Memories flashed around them swirling like floating orbs of neon color.<br/><br/>The memories assaulted her relentlessly and she was completely lost to it. The torture. The things he'd done to her. She maintained only enough awareness to keep him protected from them. She pulled the memories close, keeping them from touching him so he wouldn't see. He wouldn't know....<br/><br/>Finally, everything stopped. The books were mostly tossed from the shelves, lying in haphazard heaps on the floor. The garden doors had shattered from the fierce wind. Outside, the garden looked as though a tornado had torn through it. The fire had burned down to a few dying coals, barely casting a hint of light.<br/><br/>... and the manifestation of her self, the image of her appearance that he'd been talking to... was gone.