Gunther's mouth hung open as he looked at the girl's terrible scars, reaching out unconciously towards her.  Normally, he would be filled with lust in a situation like this, and a small part of him half expected to see "thou shalt not commit adultery" carved into her body somewhere.  His fingers traced gently against the huge scar that dominated her chest, and a black pit of fear opened up in his stomach as he saw it.  "How did you get this one?"  He whispered gently, shocked into a semblance of composure.<br/><br/>It was certainly a bad scar, Gunther was amazed the girl had even survived the wound.  The crosses on her thighs began to come to life as he looked at them in the dim light, rearing up and nearly hissing as they writhed like scorpions.  Gunther averted his eyes from her legs as his fingers traced down the scar, and he tried to focus just on it, rather than the more disturving wounds on her body.  He began to smell something much like brimstone, which only intensified his feeling that this gril had seen hell.