<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/52/Monsterpoh04.jpg)</div>Danielle's head tilted upwards as she vividly felt the emotions that came with one of her powers. Psychometry to mortals was pseudoscience and the most you could find out about such a gift was through fiction or from people who claimed to have the power. Most humans were fooled by someone who claimed to touch something and gain insight from it. Danielle did not know she had such an ability, as she could touch most things and never get a reading. It was only when she cleared her mind and focused on the object, did she receive visions or in this case, strong emotions, when her fingers touched an object that was privy to events with those emotions. In this moment, the stone tape theory was utterly real, as whatever happened to this person, who was bound by the cuffs and chains, was recorded upon the set of inanimate objects.<br/><br/>She had never done such an act in view of people watching before and to those that were present, Danielle's body acted by instinct, whether she wanted to or not. The first set of emotions was a mixture of desire and arousal and therefore, not only did she feel sensual, her body felt it too. Her free hand had heavily caressed her neck and wandered down to her breast and squeezed it. Fortunately she was wearing a hoodie, so there was not much to see. Did this person bound in these chains desire to be restrained by them? Fetish perhaps? It silently spoke of consent. Willfulness.<br/><br/>Danielle's head then turned to her left then to the right, but with her eyes still white, anyone who was observing her knew she was still experiencing the insight her psychometry gave her. She felt the confusion, the uncertainty. Then the next moment, pain. Her head tilted back once more as this fiery pain became arousal once more. The pleasure was short-lived as pain came in like a tsunami, flooding and overtaking all other emotions. It was all that was there. From the pain came an absence of hope. Then, finally... relief. And yet, Danielle sense another set of emotions. Pleasure, enjoyment. There was a feeling of a desire to feast on the emotion created by whatever happened, though in doing so, their hunger was never sated. To Danielle, it sounded like gluttony.<br/><br/>She stood from the body and returned to Evan, who had a handkerchief ready so she could wipe her hands of the blood from the object. Her eyes were closed, as if she was still riding the emotion that she felt, but finally when she opened her eyes, her irises had returned. Frank looked as if he was curious of what she had seen. She nodded in his direction and spoke up.<strong>”It was a scene of passion, I think. The victim had consented to be bound in the cuffs and chains and found pleasure in being restrained. She was tortured and initially, found arousal in the act, but whoever had done this, whoever delivered the blows, did not relent. Whoever had done this was probably even feeding off of this, though I'm not sure if you could take that literally or figuratively,”</strong>Danielle explained.<br/><br/>A muscle car arrived at the scene and from it a woman with blonde hair walked out and approached, first going to Frank then turning to Danielle with her hand reaching out to her for a handshake. Did this woman assume because Danielle was conversing with Agent McDonagh that even with her peculiar outfit of a hoodie worn over a lilac dress and open-toes sandal, she was not just a civilian like your average person off the street would assume? In any case, she reached her hand forward to shake Fiona's hand, though intended to read the woman's surface thoughts in doing so. Such an ability was the only time Danielle's eyes did not turn white, so it hid the fact that she was using a power on the other person when meeting someone.<strong>”I'm Danielle. And this is Evan Bower.”</strong>Danielle took Fiona's card and placed it in her hoodie's pocket.