Dr. Tarington seemed to relax completely under Elohim's touch, smirking slightly at her light and careful caresses.  "You're doing fine."  Tarington whispered, lost in the connection that the pair formed.  The scientist's shoulders slumped forward, and she bowed her head, starting to realize the shy way in which Elohim was ogling her flesh.  Yet, it didn't bother her.  Although it still made her cry.<br/><br/>Tarington remembered everything about her life, the sordid lusts she had always embraced, her mad passion for knowledge.  And her heart was broken, when she remembered that nobody ever really loved her.  Sure, she had Ennea, but Ennea didn't really love her.  She couldn't, any more than her cat could have.  The cat seemed to love her just as much when she had it split open in front of her, staring at the organs of the creature with fascination.<br/><br/>A look of intense pain formed on Tarington's face, and she cried out in discomfort, remembering what she'd done.  It was a mercy killing.  The cat had a broken leg.  It would have wanted to show her its secrets.  But, out in those woods, she'd killed it, enacted a dark ritual and burned the evidence.  "I'm...  s-so... lonely..."  Tarington croaked between tears, remembering the delight she'd felt the first time she got access to a cadaver, the smile on her face when she cut into that man's skull...<br/><br/>Dr. Tarington sat inert, crying with her head hung low, lost inside the darkness within herself.