Something cold, dark and vile, is crawling at the edges of her mind, akin to tentacles trying to get a way into her being. Their touch is painful, disgusting, but also very pleasurable at the same time as it caresses her soul.<br/><br/>The satyr is now plain pounding Julia on his massive monster, not caring wether she's experiencing pleasure or pain, only interested in sating his own lust as a possessed monster.<br/><br/>"Let me in" the voice whispers, "and the pain will go away."