Ophidian looked up at Nyarien for a moment and shook his head.<span style="color: #ff8000"> "that woman is all the worst parts of Rayne turned to maximum with none of her good qualities... she will never be the loving, deviant, fiery woman i loved, at best beating her would turn her into a passive, obedient slave."</span>he shook his head and grimaced.<span style="color: #ff8000">"could you do it? beat someone who looks, smells and sounds just like the woman you love knowing damn well that what you would get for your efforts will only disappoint you? and even if you could do it how long would you keep a pale, pathetic reminder of what you lost around? that woman will only make me miss my Rayne ten times more then i already do..."</span>he thought for a moment before he nodded.<span style="color: #ff8000">"yes, i am going to let her suffer and die, she made her fate. too many people have tried to save her from her violent self destruction and she has left a trail of broken hearts in her wake, i will not be one of her victims."</span>he shrugged and looked out the window.<span style="color: #ff8000">"there is a whole world of people out there, I'm sure i can find another woman to love."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>