<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg422222#msg422222">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 06-09-2007, 19:58:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Angela went cold with dread, panic rising up inside of her as the scene in the warehouse flashed into her head, her handcuffed and helpless while <em>he</em> raped her, her body responding to him as if in a nightmare... worse yet, the thought of it, and her current situation seemed to be inducing the same feeling once more, her skin growing flushed, her breathing shallow, her heart speeding up, a delicious warmth spreading between her thighs and over her breasts... she fought it, going as far as to bite her lip in order to fend it off, hoping the pain would be enough to snap her out of it...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Bloody hell, you really are far gone," an unfamiliar voice said. The accent was british, without a doubt, but not a very posh one. More of a working class accent that anything she'd seen in costume dramas.<br/>"Snap out of it, I need to talk to you."