EIGHT – Impact
She flinched violently, waking herself from her reverie. It had been a long night, and her attempts to get some rest that morning had been largely unsuccessful. Their fervent work on Lileah’s mutilated body had run through the night. Though their efforts eventually bore fruit, the ostentatious work wrought by Krashnar, under her direction, did nothing to diminish Lileah’s disability. For now Lileah remained semi-conscious, though she feared the impending cycle heralding her lover’s full awakening. The changes to Lileah’s body were ghastly. Her reaction to the sight had been one of revulsion, how then would Lileah respond to the sight of her own body which resembled little of its former self? Even Lileah’s flesh had changed; what little fat once clung to her petite frame had
