<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg422251#msg422251">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 06-09-2007, 20:10:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"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."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She couldn't fight the lazy smile that seemed to be drifting to her lips, a feeling of intoxication spreading through her, warming her... she suddenly felt flushed, fighting the cuffs, not so that she could escape, but so that she could tear her clothes off, needing desperately to feel the cool air against her naked flesh.