((I figure, we start here, and we can bring it to a monster room later if that's how it goes))

El's been coming and going a lot recently. pensive. secretive. and so her and Christine haven't seen a lot of each other recently. but things change. So it's early evening when Chris makes it back to their room.and, well, she sees a lot of Elise all of a sudden.

She's been left suspended over her bed, wrists wound together over a ceiling pipe, socked feet just barely touching the mattress. She looks like she's seen better days, alright. The already short school skirt has been shredded into almost nothing, the strips of cloth used to bind her wrists, panties stuffed unceremoniously into her mouth. Her aching holes drip thick, sticky, semi-transparent globs of alien fluid, soaking the mattress and her socks below. Her skin is similarly spotted: filmy splashmarks of monster jism, here and there irregularly thick and trailing slow and cold down her back, her neck, her stomach - breasts hanging open, braless, her flimsy school blouse ripped open. Her face is wet with tears, and it smears her facial like it was heavy makeup. Her eyes are squeezed closed, breath coming through her nose in terrified, humiliated hyperventilation, body aquiver, trembling against the cold.

((How's that for a reunion?))