Hoshor Plains she was beautiful, but nothing really was there

Ravaged and broken, the ghoul remained where he had violated her – a crumpled and heaving mess – all through the night and well into the next day. She was not bothered by another soul. When she did finally rise, her back legs were crusted with her own blood. Each step she took away from the scene of her crime was a step that was filled with pain and misery. Lucy could not cry; she trekked further out from the plains until she found a quiet glade where she curled and slept for two more days. The thought of waking did not seem to cross her mind. The ghoul did imagine that she would escape into a quiet death while she slept. The disappointment of waking again only doubled her grief.