Suddenly he stopped flailing about, and everything became still and silent, like in a grave...<br/>"That was a vile, pathetic little man. I feel tainted by his mere presence. It feels like wearing an illfitting suit, a suit belonging to someone painfully insignificant and petty. A suit covered in all manners of filth." The voice was rich and deep, like dark chocolate. It was clearly not the voice of her rapist.<br/>"Thankfully, what is left of him diminishes by the second. Soon he will be gone, like if he never existed, and in his place..."