Celia vaguely listened to the words of the woman as she stared at the fire consuming the man. What if he burnt the house down? Oh, never mind that! She fought herself in her mind. "I...I left them." She breathed barely. "They held me back from coming to my full potential." She struggled. Celia's eyes grew wide as the man's clothes melted off and ropes were felt around her wrists and ankles. Before she knew it, blood was rushing to her head as she hung from her ceiling.<br/><br/>She blushed brightly as her gown fell. What once clung to her curvaceous form, hiding it, now dangled from her arms, revealing almost every inch of her body. Fear crossed her face as she saw the cat-like smile of his partner. She attempted to keep looking anywhere but the eye level crotch of the man standing in front of her. She thrashed as best she could, only succeeding in a lazy sway of her ropes.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" She screamed. "<em>What</em>are you?" She was thoroughly afraid now. Her next question came out as a mere whisper. "What do you want with me?" She whimpered softly, not even fully aware that she was able to make such a noise. Celia felt tears lightly trail her temple, toward the floor. Fighting was impossible to due under such duress and she was unsure how to calm herself to do anything relatively productive.