Stepping out of the side room she and Josie had just been in, Dahlia tried her best to get her heart rate back under control. Their little interlude, Josie's desire to serve and the undeniable reverence in her eyes had the girl's thoughts going haywire. However, even more than that, the act of seeing the woman tear away her stone flesh was unbelievably enjoyable to Dahlia and she was trying not to think too hard about it.
Oh, at first it was different. At first it was irrefutably horrific and made her gut clench in agony. Even if unintentional, it was her that had caused Josie's suffering and it was her that had given her a body that was driving the woman mad. To see her tear away at it, desperate to escape like she was suffering endless torment… words didn't do justice for what Dahlia felt. It was sheer and unadulterated despair at what she had done.
