It became her, took over her very essence. That desire, the need to be completely and utterly *depraved*. 

The depravity was almost like healing for her. A cathartic release just by letting all those filthy thoughts that crept in the back of her mind out.

So she swept the internet, in search of others. In search of those experiences that *filled* her with that satisfying shame. 

Each photo sent, each moan given to a random stranger, each dirty fantasy retold would ease that *itch*. 

Nobody really knew whether she was more or less broken at the end of it.