She Tries To Glean What She Can Out Of The Letter

Tifa dissected the letter. Whoever was responsible for this was organized. They have a headquarters, they have psych reports, and the reason they want her specifically is the status of having her specifically. She supposed that this kind of materia was more then capable of turning any girl into a **** obedient little **** toy hungry for cock and to obey and to-

Why was she thinking in such erotic terms? That wasn't the way she thought? The answer was obvious. It was the materia. It was getting into her head, making her fixate on the....vision she had. She could control it, she just had to focus. She needed to focus on the letter.

The materia was designed to be difficult to take off. It also had the co-ordinates of the assholes responsible built in. maybe she should take it to an expert. They might be able to extract the co-ordinates. Though that bit could have been trying to send her off on a distraction quest. The thing about the letter was that she couldn't trust any of it's contents.

The bit that worried her most was that it was clearly designed to brainwash her. Tifa not only knew that from the letter, but the more that her consciousness returned in the wake of...what it showed her, the more she could feel it. She felt a gentle tug on her mental state. A tug she expieranced like a dull ache in the back of her mind. It was insidious. She needed to be careful. The more she gave in the more access it would have to her head. If she lowered her guard at all it would make her a blank obediant fuck-

She needed the materia off. Now.

In all of this time, Tifa didn't stop to wail or whine about circumstance. Whatever this is, whoever this is was just another enemy that she needed to bring down. She breathed deeply to find her mental footing, these fools didn't know who they were messing with.