The last thing she remembered was looking into Garret's startled eyes with so much determination she almost forgot she had to go. Then, her vision was assaulted by a blurry mess of blond hair and mismatched eyes before she felt warm, chapped lips against hers.

The surprise was enough to shock her body into a paralyzed state and she could do nothing but to hold out her arms as her mind screamed in agony over Varius' horrible mistreatment.

Her first kiss. Ruined. Smashed. Killed.

Then she was slamming against the bathroom stall and she stared with wide watery eyes at Garret and Tipps. First, they assaulted her in the stall and stopped her from attending to the basic necessities THEN--she was forced to endure having her soul sucked out of her body by Varius Tipps.

Dizzy, stunned, and red on the face, Daphne lowered the seat on the toilet bowl and sat.


Soul? Where did it go?