The room was dimly lit when you awoke. Blurred figures of men, no... satyrs, crowed around you.
“Let me see him!”
“A newbie!”
“Christ, that psycho Cires...”
With a profound groan, you slumped forward. There was a sudden ripple of movement among the squabble, and you were pulled up onto your hoods.
“My body... Oh Christ look at me!” You quivered.
Every sense felt stong and untamed.
“Are you alright?” Asked a large satyr.
“God, I, Christ I don’t know…”
“Frank? Give him some wine, cool his nerves. He’s gonna need it”
Frank, just as altered as you, handle over a glass filled with a purple wine.
You pause, staring deeply at the drink.
Your face...
“I’m Dave,” the large saytr said, “ I’m sorry. What has happened to you has seriously happened, and I think you’ll need to think over everything I’m about to tell you. About that woman who did this to you. And her assistants.”