The cold water spilled upon the heat of her body, occasionally she was aware of the surroundings about her, her eyes flickered again and her body struggled against the sudden cold, that was until it met her warmest areas that made her writhe more that struggle. Other noises fell like untamed music from her lips. Underneath her soiled body she was as many women of her kind, she was hardened and not some bleating lamb. No this one ran with the wild ….<br/><br/>Sorcha ran with the wild and her friends in the wild and they ran towards the monster knowing they would never win but knowing it would swallow its own heads and tail and consume itself.<br/><br/>For now she was in a half world, between reality and the dream but her own pouting body was showing the effect both the drugs and the cooling water was having upon this pict.<br/><br/>The half world was safe even in battle…she and the shadows of a pack made their marks upon the gemmed and perfect skin of the beast, the beast that bled with black blood.<br/><br/>Another scent joined the room and was yet stronger, even more so as the sponge found yet more. Her nub was far more exposed and was it seemed on fire and her dark curls were glistening not just with water. Her hips began to buck a little and more words and sounds filled the air. One hand had pulled itself from the restraints.<br/>