Demand to know what's wrong with her
From Create Your Own Story
"What's wrong with you?" you ask, trying to sort out what the blisters on her face are.
"I....need....you...toooo fucccckkkkk meeee...." she growls, fighting against the ropes harder, her glassy eyes locked on yours. She's obviously not right, and whatever is infecting her is turning her into some sort of monster. Then again, as she writhes around half naked, part of your subconscious mind entertains the idea. It's not a good one, but it's there.
