The rain pours down, soaking her innocent form as she seeks refuge in the abandoned house. She's a lost lamb, ripe for the taking, her young body yearning for touch. She tentatively reaches out, her fingers tracing the lines of her newfound curves, her breath hitching as she feels the first stirrings of desire. The water drips down her body, a constant reminder of her thirst, her need, as she gives in to the primal urges that consume her.