<div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Sorcha was running on adrenaline and was afraid, this man had been kind to her but her head felt strange, her body hurt and this man was going to drown her. Finally though she calmed a touch, and she thought she knew the word clean. Trust was something difficult for the pict. Still this man had not hurt her yet... and her mate was with him.<br/><br/>She copied his words or rather tried to through the gag. Her breathing became slower though was still a little gasping and her eyes never left the man. Why had he brought her here…<em>Clean</em>Sorcha wanted to be clean... but was so unsure of all that was happening.<br/><br/>Of course the woman wanted to run yet her legs did not appear to work properly, they were heavy and yet did not seem able or ready to to hold her weight. “Not dirty?” Sorcha tried to say through the gag.<br/><br/>Her voice was rather strained and panicked her breath coming fast yet again, her skin too was near glistening with perspiration. Why did nothing make sense in this boiling land of the sick. Were all these people suffering from sickness of the mind…had she too been affected now for her own head would not work. Would she become like them. That in itself made her more afraid.<br/>