[i]Alyssa's eyes flew open, and the first thing she saw was a masculine figure. Who it was didn't matter to her; she flew to her feet, backing away from Damien, hatred and prejudice in her once-innocent, green eyes. It didn't matter how calming his aura was, Alyssa didn't trust Damien in the slightest–however it was, in no way, the man's fault, rather the psychiatrist who told her that he liked her, then proceeded to hypnotize her into sex, and afterwards saying that she'd make a good prostitute. Just the thought of the recent events sent a shiver down her spine, not because of the cold, and her eyes to flare up with rejuvenated anger.[/i]