The dreams came again that night, filling her sleep with bloodcurdling images.  Waking with a start, Jenny screamed and thrashed, the sheets clinging to her sweat soaked naked skin.<br/><br/>Realizing she was awake, she relaxed... It was only a dream...  Not real... Yet it had seemed so vivid...  Half remembered images floated through her consciousness.  Men and creatures and things beyond naming, mounting her, spreading her legs, penetrating her, moving within her, planting their foul seed deep inside  her..<br/><br/>The thought repulsed her yet... Her skin tingled, her belly warm, the junction between her thighs practically afire.  A moan escaped her full lips, a sudden gasp of pleasure.  Her fingers moved of their own volition, rubbing and stroking...  And when she came, the force of it rocked her to the core, leaving her panting and worn...<br/><br/>A sudden gust of wind, and the paper fluttered across the room, settling in her hands, the writing clear as day.<em>A hedonistic woman.... a sacrifice for his pleasure...</em><br/><br/>Rising from bed, she showered... but the scalding water could not clean the taint she felt polluting her body...  Getting dressed, Jenny made her way onto the streets.  She had to find the cultists who had hurt her sister....<br/><br/>-----<br/>I'm enjoying things so far.  It's probably a dumb move but I'm moving Jenny to Independence Square to confront the cultists.  And it would be great if they could molest and abuse her, at least a little bit :)<br/><br/><br/><br/>