For a moment there was nothing to Genevieve, just the foul taste of the...thing, on her tongue. She didn't know how this would save her, or if she had merely been tricked before her life would be drawn to an abrupt and brutally violent end. This was not how she had imagined things going, had always imagined things going in her sleep surrounded by her loved ones, not this twisted place. 

"Krrt!" Then it hit her, swelling inside as a nauseating sensation inside her stomach, causing her to grit her teeth and double over. Her arms wrapped around her stomach at the same time, a grimace painted across her features. What, what was this? She couldn't pay attention to anyone else with her, not when she was being subjected to these strange feelings. There was only cause, and shew could only wonder what that disgusting meat was doing. 

The fire hit her like a sack of bricks, Genevieve practically collapsing as tears dripped from her eyes. Her muscles felt like they were on fire, burning and ripping under the strain. Every moment was agony, a pain unlike any that she had experienced before. "Gaaahhh!" The cry tore free of its own volition, a pale expression of the sheer agony that she was in. Rather than being doubled over she merely crumpled to the ground, body heaving and shuddering without an end in sight.

'[i]Mother, father, I'm sorry,'[/i] she whispered in her head, a silent plea to the painful oblivion that surrounded her. She didn't know why she was here, in this purgatory and hell. She had done what she was told, been respectful and dutiful to her parents. Her life had been focused on the eventual place that she would take in the business. Was this the punishment she had earned for wondering if there was more in life? 

Then she felt it, another strange feeling welling up inside it. It was....weird, heady, almost enough to make her giddy with delight as the empty void left by the fire was filled once more. It made her feel different, yet she didn't know what that was. But she was feeling things that were different, not normal.

At last Genevieve was able to stagger back to her feet, her face split into a feral grin. She felt strong, powerful, better, like she could take on an entire army and win. Some part of her know that something was wrong, that she was being irrational, but she didn't care at all. From the sheer terror of being here, now she felt better than she had ever been. It was amazing!

Her gaze swept the area, sliding over the strange beings as she grinned. Where once there had been mind numbing fear now there was a bestial eagerness. She wanted to attack, to rip them to shreds and show them how she had felt. They seemed to recognize that and fled, lest Genevieve do unto them what they had done unto her. Good, they had better run. 

With the shades fled, she naturally gravitated to the others with her, who seemed much like she was now. Even the injured girls had been healed. She didn't know how, she just [i]knew[/i]. And that worried her, earning a growl as she took a step back. Her hands clenched, ready to attack or defend herself if need be. She was ready to face it, whatever happened next. That much she knew for certain.