<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg431612#msg431612">Quote from: Bliss on 19-09-2007, 17:12:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nodding dully, she didn't look up. "There were five of them. They destroyed my door. Like it exploded. One of them, the one in charge, he called himself the Hound of New York. They took me... somewhere. I don't know where. They dressed me up in, uh... in fetish clothes. And someone came in.... but I can't remember that part. I can't remember what happened."<br/><br/>She was staring down at the picture on the camera, and abruptly she stepped forward to shove it toward Adam. "That's his hand."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Adam coughed uncomfortably.<br/>"Um...fetish clothes? Our first victim was a fetish model, is there any connection do you think? And the Hound of New York...what is that supposed to mean?"