She's become a monster. A slave to her sexual deviance.  Enchanted by soft moans of pleasure. Mesmerized by her sweet fantasies as a moth is by flame. Controlled by her creeping hands and unruly imagination. What had happened? He happened. A man who created a void unseen by all but her. Who created a longing for pleasure that he could not provide. A void within her that she herself could not appease. Could the creator be the only key? The only one capable of appeasing the demons?