<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg425614#msg425614">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 11-09-2007, 10:09:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She was about to spit out an angry comment, when his words hit her... that was exactly what it felt like... some sort of... hunger.  But it ran deep, like something... dark and savage.  Not full of warmth and love, but born of anger and lust.  He knew something.   She nodded, suddenly willing to listen, wondering if he knew what she felt, then he might know how to cure her of this animalistic passion that even know she fought to keep in check.  <br/><br/>"Ever since he... he did something to me.  I don't know what... this isn't me."  Her words were quiet, almost pleading.  She wanted so badly for him to believe her.  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He just nodded. "And yet you are luckier than most. Do you have any idea what happened to his other victims? I suppose you don't. They all ended up in a coma, and when they woke up, they weren't themselves anymore. Their souls don't live in their bodies anymore. Something new has moved in, something dark and terrible."