Ophidian was silent for several minutes before he shook his head.<span style="color: #ff8000">"i never wanted a plaything... my Rayne just happened to get off on being subjected to my darker impulses, hell, she craved them more then i did. this one will never be more then a pale imitation and i very much doubt that i will find any satisfaction in her no matter how well you manage to do what you are trying to do."</span>he shook his head and looked at her.<span style="color: #ff8000">"i am not like that... i treated my Rayne like an object because that is precisely what she needed, she craved the degradation of being treated like a sex toy. i figured this one would be the same... their lives were literally identical right up to the moment that my Zelina told me what Rayne needed and the native one didn't tell her Ophidian, she should be the same, there is no logical reason for such extreme differences."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>