Oh it is still there, they have just traded it for a different words, more genteel and deceptive. Sold by doctors who masked it with cures and forced upon us by disgusting, pigheaded old men.

[Not that she's bitter or anything. Vanessa pauses, working to compose herself and release her tense full body tremor.

And then at least she has something to distract herself from that bitter flashback. That pale Victorian complexion turns a shade of gray as she stands quickly. As the book tumbles to the floor her eyes darting to the shadowed corners of the room searching for the creatures that are sure to lurk there.]

What kind of trickery is this, Mr. Tepes? Are you in league with the monster as well? You can tell your master that I will see him in hell...