Shadowheart has ruined my life

My mind has been dominated by the unquenchable thirst for Shadowheart like a rabid animal. All I've been thinking of for weeks is that hot peak specimen of a woman.

Her lean yet muscle-toned body. That beautiful face with these piercing eyes. Her voice which can be tender & yet sharp. I need her to step on me & then be my little spoon.

How can I continue to exist in a world where she doesn't exist. I would drink all her bodily juices like my life depended on it.

Just the thought of her musky scent eminating from the sweat forming underneath her garnments sends a shiver down my spine.

What kind of sick hell are we living in, where a human mind managed to imagine such a perfect woman, yet we have to live with the curse of her not existing.

Or maybe it is a mercy, because If I were in the near vicinity of this succulent existence that is Shadowheart, then my body would shut-down from the cerebral overload caused by this godlike vixen.

I don't just desire her, I NEED her like the oxygen we breathe. I can feel myself slipping into madness. Curse you Larian. For unleashing this sinful image of the flesh upon me.