SMACK! The sharpened tendril he brandishes at the redhead strikes her left cheek hard enough to turn her face. She can feel trickles of blood pouring down her cheek, the white-hot pain of pierced flesh...and rage she didn't know she was capable of. Lacey licks up some of the blood running down near her mouth, and as he turns her face back to him with his fingers, she spits it towards what she guesses are eyes. "Beauty is in the soul, vous créature sale, and you have no soul. It is something you will never have to worry about." She bares teeth in a grin that has nothing to do with humor. "At my worst, I could never match your level of hideousness. And for that, I am grateful." If pain is how this thing wishes to try to break her, it's in for a long day.

She growls spitefully as the tendrils start to eat her clothing...acid? This thing plans to dissolve her....no. It only seems to be affecting her clothing. A pity...dying before having her body taken by one of these things again would have been preferable. Hanging there spread-eagle with her clothes rapidly dissolving around her...she should have gone back to her room. Too late now. "Don't touch me, filth!" She snarls angrily at the caress to her perky breasts. Green eyes burn with absolute hate at the creature. "Keep your slime to yoursel--Ngh!" She gasps as clamps are applied to her nipples. The pain isn't all that bad; she's felt this sort of thing before. It's the surprise that catches her off-guard. He'd had clamps hidden in his body...? What else is in there?

She laughs, shaking her head. "Honestly...bondage toys stuffed inside your body? You are...what, the disgusting Christmas pudding no one wanted to eat?" She glares at him. "Truly filthy. You wish to hear my cries? Pain is not to be feared, it is a constant companion through life. And you don't have what it takes to draw pleasure from me. Give up and go away. Quit wasting my time and yours. There will be no cries today." Her eyes lock on the thing that her assailant brings up...

Of course there was no place he had to be so if it took five minutes or five hours did not really concern him though he might have to move her if it took too long, just a minor hassle. His eyes were their just for nostalgia. He did not see by eyesight but rather sensed his surrounds through vibration. He knew where things were that had been connected with the earth and so her spit had not hampered him any. Like his blood it was soon dissolved into his body and he returned the grin.

“Then let's see about making you as ugly as possible, girl,” he rubbed the lacerated cheek sucking up her blood. He could not kill her, rules and all with the school, put he could make her wish for death. But he'd start of tame, at least at first as he escalated the violence.

“Make me stop,” so juvenile but there he says it as he applies the clamps, really he didn't need them as he was fond of collecting all manner of junk that could prove useful though he only carried so much with him at a time. He saw the surprise there, not sheer agonizing pain but they had the time, she wasn't going anywhere and he would see to increasing it later but for now he had other plans.

“Oh ho, that isn't very original though I can see that you want the bigger stuff … hm, well I aim to please, girl, or displease as the case may be.” He laughed though the toy he had brought forth sinks back into the mass of his body and he gets out out another marble sized object smeared with slime that he shows to her from behind her back.

“As a human I don't expect you too be familiar with the Anoi … basically their vermin found on fringe worlds or places where hygiene isn't the best. Cold makes them dormant as does liquid.” He pulls it back rubbing it against her puckered rear. “But heat ...”

He pushes it up inside her deeply. "Typically when temperatures reach 80 degrees or so which tells them to hatch. What is the average temperature of humans, hm … we'll just let that sit there for a second, literally you'll have a bug up your ass.”

He chuckled licking at the side of her neck with a slimy tongue while he draws back a pseudo pod smashes into the ribs on the opposite side, hard as he pulls very little back. After the blow he gingerly traces over the side then smashes the other just as hard and does the same pressing against her sides as he searches out irritations.

“More? Of course, we're just getting started and that Anoi will be quite hungry when it finally hatches.”

"Gggggh..." Clenched teeth prevent a howl of rage and displeasure as the thing pushes something up inside of her. A bug...? That doesn't sound like fun. She suppresses a flash of fear at the thought of what something like that might do once hatched inside her. This thing doesn't get to see her fear, not for any reason. She won't allow it. "Sounds wonderful. Why don't you go and shove one up your own ass, then we can be twins? Or do you taste bad even to THESE charming little bas--Kuh!"

She cuts off partway as a pseudopod strikes her in the ribs, hard. She's been hit harder in life; she's fractured ribs in matches before. This doesn't make it any more fun, though...stretched out as she is, she can't defend her sides against his blows. First one side, then the other...each strike punctuated by a lick from that slimy tongue-like protrusion. THIS is what the thing likes? "Gh...Hng! Heh...is that the best you can do? Maybe I SHOULD have stayed and fought you back in the gym...if this is all you've got." She looks up, her eyes blazing with defiance. "Try not flopping your arm when you hit, you snot rag reject."

Perhaps bating the monster on isn't the smartest idea...no, it's CERTAINLY not the smartest idea...but backed into a corner with no way to defend herself, Lacey is far more interested in striking out in any way she can. And at this point in time, the only weapon she has available to her is verbal in nature. "By all means! Don't wear yourself out though; it'd be embarrassing if you ran out of energy after a light massage like this, wouldn't it? Not that a thing like you has much in the way of pride, I'm guessing..." She growls hatefully. "What do they call you, anyway? Pond-muck! No wait, Snotling! Or maybe just...Mistake. I like that one. Mistake; the great cosmic joke of the universe. What a pitiful creature."

Anger. If she focuses on that, she won't have to feel the fear of being strung up and made a plaything again. The pain of the blows against her body. The worry that she might give in...the last two times she'd given in...granted once had been in a dream and once had been under the heavy influence of an aphrodisiac...but she doesn't want to give in. Never again. She doesn't want to believe that she's the type of girl who crumbles that easily...insane to push things this far just to prove something to herself, perhaps, but that's exactly what she plans to do. The little redhead glares through her bangs at the blob creature, daring it onward and not giving in to what it wants.

It had been a long time since he had a solid body. He missed those days though little did he know the person Ortix was dead and he no more than an impression, the slime affected to the man absorbed those memories due to their close connection hence why his recent memories were foggy. Chances were that he would never learn the truth as to what he actually was and would probably deny it if faced with the face that his origins had been so simple.

“I'm afraid that won't work … my body as it is now would only keep the egg dormant, not that a hatched insect could move about inside me if I don't allow for it,” it was humorous that she tried to mask her fear. Juniper had at first he he got her to the point of regretting it and choosing pleasure to pain.

“Oh, you mean like this?” And he slammed into harder with that pseudopod to her exposed ribcage then twice more in rapid succession for good measure. If she wanted to be a smart ass and choose the path of pain Ortix didn't care. How much fun he got out of her entered into the equation and he started the clock.

“Mistake? Oh, I suppose that will due.” A hand traced along her ribs as tiny barbs formed up on a fist he generated. “What I am called is irrelevant too you, but I want you to remember that word. Mistake.” All the while he traced over those ribs.

Finally he comes into view slamming that fist into her ribs again, this time braking skin and much more, this time among absorbing some blood he brakes off pieces of slime to enter her blood steam and begin their journey. Five minutes, they have five minutes of “life” where he could direct them though often such slime slithered back to rejoin the body he had something a bit different in mind.

“A young girl, such as yourself is probably in the best of health, correct?”

Lacey shakes under the impacts of those sharp blows to her ribs, choking back cries of pain; being hit when you're ready for your opponent is one thing, while being suspended in the air and unable to defend yourself while struck is something else entirely. It hurts so badly...she has to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming. She draws in a shaky breath and manages to force a little laugh out of her lungs. "N...not bad...think it...actually tickled that time." She gasps out, winded from the rapid shots. "W...weak...ling..."

She hangs in the grasp of those tendrils as the creature circles her body, stroking its 'hand' against her ribs and...oh God, are those spines on its fist now...? She shivers at the feel of them, knowing what's coming and taking a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut. This is going to hurt. Deep breathing, slow her heartbeat, distance herself and relax her--white hot PAIN flares in her side, through her body, searing nerves and mind alike with its fire. The spines tear into her flesh even as the impact fractures ribs. Her eyes and mouth fly wide open as she feels them pop beneath her skin. The only reason Lacey doesn't scream this time is she'd been struck when she had no air; had her lungs been full, the sound would have shattered windows. "Kkkhhhhhh....!!!" As it is, all that escapes her is a strangled half-cough. Once she fills her lungs, she manages to cough again, not helping the pain in her side at all. She shudders there, body quaking in agony enough to make it feel as though her world is spinning. She has no clue that she's just been injected with this thing's foul essence, nor what it's effects will be.

Somewhere, though the haze of pain and suffering, she hears the Mistake's voice. She bares teeth at it again, stained with a little of her own blood now, her eyes twitching as she struggles to keep them open. Unconsciousness would NOT be a good idea in the presence of a thing like this. "And w...what does...an abomination care...for a young girl's health?" She coughs, her eyes squeezing shut against the pain before she forces the open once more. "If you're...going to end me the-then just do it. Stop toying with me..." Healthy or not, there's no way she can continue this path. Eventually something's got to give if this thing doesn't get bored with her and leave...Lacey does not fear pain but she's only human, and she has her limits.

He continued to remain in good spirits refusing to be goaded by her. Such brave performances were put on before though they never lasted. He could see the pain she was choking back and this was something he enjoyed doing so she was not about to ruin his mood, she was actually heightening it for if it were too dull, if she gave in too quickly it would not be as fun when he broke her.

Ah, the joy of not needing eyesight to see as he is aware of the shifting position of those ribs, a hand sweeping over them, pressing hard as slimy fingers drink up more of that spilt blood. “I guess you're right, there are no brakes. Shall I try again …” he pauses and brings that limb back as if doing so but shakes his head before the limb is pulled back into the mass of his body.

“No, not yet when there are so many unique things I can show you.”

A smug smile as he considers her question for a second. “Oh, it just looked as if, well ...” the slime within her begins an insidious attack, one that will not last long as they clog up blood vessels near her heart. He watches as the obvious signs happen though it isn't long before he let's the flow of blood resume.

“That you could have a heart attack … that will ruin the fun. So would just killing you. No, girl, you will live. Remember I am the only one that will hear your screams of pain or cries of ecstasy. You can choose which though the longer you wait, well the worse off you'll be.”

Lacey prepares herself for more blows to her battered frame, telling herself not to faulter, that she can take whatever this sick thing wants to dish out. She's about to discover the lie in that thought, however. "GH...!" Her breath catches in her lungs at the feel of her heart contracting painfully, laboring hard to pump blood that won't flow. She gasps for air in a panic, terrified at this new feeling; this isn't something one feels on an average day and it feels horribly wrong. She can feel every accentuated heartbeat as her rate increases dramatically, trying desperately to pump. She starts to hyperventilate, feeling as though not enough air is getting into her, though she knows that's not the case. Her chest aches from the pain, and she wonders if she's going to die.

After seconds that seem like hours, her heart gives a shudder as her blood passages are unclogged by the slime again, letting life flow through her body. She can't help it; Lacey sobs in relief as the pain resides. Her heart slows itself only slightly and it's little wonder why; still terrified from that experience, there's no way it's going to return to a normal rate so quickly. Her shoulders shake with quiet tears. This thing can touch her heart? Why...why is it her lot to suffer like this? Why should anyone have to suffer like this? "S...stop...it..." She gasps out, forcing her tears back...though she wants very much to just break down and weep. This is different from Gersham, from even Wraith...this thing wants her hurt and broken. Wants to inflict pain for pain's sake.

A beating is something the fiery little redhead can take with the best of them. But stopping her heart...messing with her body in that way? It terrifies her. That's beyond physical pain; it's something so intimately abhorrent she can't even put words to the feeling. What is she supposed to do against something like that? "I c..can't..." Bruised and battered, body aching without and within from torment...it's enough.

His slime absorbed liquids though the blood to slime ratio had been in her favor. He could clog those veins and arteries, absorb some of that blood though like a sponge he could only absorb so much though would clog those points unless he moved the slime. Letting her know of the trick matters would only grow worse for her and he did not seem to be board with her.

Rather, he was patient with her enjoying every moment and refusing to get drawn into her style of play hastening the moment out of anger and using his big guns out from the start though she had manipulated him a little in stepping things up a little but not too much not to hamper his fun.

“Don't tell me your quitting already? Oh, very well … though the Anoi hasn't even hatched yet. I had so many fun things planned …”

He seizes her chin gazing into her eyes as if studying those delicious effects on her. “But a deal is a deal,” he had kept them only when it suited him though more often then not he stuck to them only because if word got out then who would bargain knowing he did not keep to his word.

“I will give you a moment to catch your breath ...” He gave her a few minutes. “Now tell me how much of a slut you are. Tell me that you want it like a good little whore,” he made a show of licking the bloody side of her face. “Quickly, that egg should be hatching about now and if you do not wish to feel that you'll have to let me get it out.”

Lacey shudders wretchedly at the thought of 'so many fun things.' Sick. This thing, whatever it is, is sick. It's sick and it's wrong and it shouldn't be allowed to exist. But it does exist and that much is as plain as the pain in her side whenever she draws breath, the racing of her nearly-failed heart that is only just barely slowing at all, the trickling from puncture wounds in her cheek and her ribs. She takes the few minutes to gather her thoughts, slow her breathing, quiet her racing heart...everything hurts so much...but deep down, she knows what hurts most is losing again.

Is she really going to give in to this thing, to another monster with nothing more than its own entertainment in mind? The egg should be hatching soon...be a good little slut..."I'm...a s..." She breaks off partway through, coughing weakly. The pain would have doubled her over if she were standing on her own power...she's not even certain she CAN stand on her own power just now. "I'm..."

She pauses, thinking back to how easily she was taken by Wraith, how simple it had been for Gersham. Is she THIS powerless? She hurts so much..."I am..." She's going to give in again? All that talk of how pain doesn't frighten her...her ideals are so meaningless? Does the saying 'death before dishonor' hold no meaning once one is at death's door? She shakes her head wearily, green eyes clouded with pain and anguish, but anger still burns there deep inside. "I'm going to find a way...to end your miserable existence!" She manages to gasp out, turning her head quickly to bite down on the tongue he uses to lick up her lifeblood from her cheek, knowing full well that it won't hurt him. She doesn't care; she's found herself again.

This thing isn't Wraith, whom she gave into unknowingly in a dream. It isn't Gersham, whom she gave into under the combined weight of sexual inexperience and a system pumped full of aphrodisiacs. And whatever it is, it isn't going to get her to say she's something that she's not. Lacey doesn't want the agony this thing is going to visit upon her body; she doesn't want anything to do with it. But even less does she want to have to live with the knowledge that she gave in to tactics like these, giving her body over to a creature like this under threat of pain. Not today. "Guess...those few minutes weren't in your best interest. Better hurry...there'll be another class coming this way eventually....bet you don't want to deal with that much attention, huh?" She says through teeth clenched around the creature's tongue.

As expected her act of defiance does not harm him. With a fluid nature his nervous system being essentially nonexistent he simply reshapes and pulls back just a little.

“Oh ho, there is life! That's the spirit!” He seemed happy by this act of defiance though and smiled. “Oh, another class will not matter, I will simply relocate us if your in need of additional attention. Let me worry about all that, I have been at this for a few years now.”

He circled he around to her back. Fingers tracing down that spine though the tendrils of slime that restrict he don't get all twisted up. He then backs up, a pseudopod cracking forth like a whip. “Giving you that extra time seemed to be ideal.” He proceeded to crack her a few times with that appendage, hard enough to hurt each time though just above a stinging sensation.

He was bidding his time until that bug hatched and when it had the dissolving of that shell felt like a mini orgasm going off inside her, next came the movement as that insect began to crawl in a bit deeper before mandibles sliced into her from the inside as the creature went to work cutting into tender flesh.

It had been at that time that little barbs formed up on the whipping tentacle that smacked against her further as he caressed her injure ribs infusing her with more of his slime this producing sharp barbs as they dashed through her veins digging through the very walls of those passages.

She hisses at his touch. It's a prelude to things to come, she knows this much...what is he up to behind her? "Hnnn!" Her answer comes in the form of a whip lash feeling against her back. It catches her by surprise more than anything; she's been spanked harder than this. In fact, it could almost feel pleasant...if her her body didn't hurt so much. "Bas...tard...stop it...go away!" She growls between lashes, actually gasping at a couple of them. Even through her pain she seems to enjoy the feeling of the lash falling on her back, if only a little.

So it's only natural that he changes pace. The next time the lash falls, she arches hard in agony; he's gone and added barbs to the it. She can feel them digging into her soft skin, tearing flesh as they go. She feels the white hot lines of fire he draws on her back...and the trembling of something inside her body. The egg...it hatches inside her, and she has only a second to register dread before she feels sharp pain within as well as without; it's BITING her! Oh God, it's going to eat her alive from the inside?! Pain, burning and horrible, flashes through her from every angle and in a variety of flavors; aching, cutting, searing, stinging, pinching, everything seems to be covered. It's awful.

No matter one's resolve, there's a limit to what a person can take before they start to break down. Anyone can only take so much. So it's no surprise that, even though she'd sworn she wouldn't, Lacey screams. Long and loud and awful, she howls in rage and defiance, agony and suffering. She screams obscenities at this creature, in both English and French, likening its mother to a dog in heat, its father to a diseased goat, its very existence to a horrible mistake of birth through the anus of a particularly vile sea slug. Her insults and her ravings make less and less sense as time goes on. She rages as things cut into her body outside and in, her body straining against the bonds that hold her, seeking freedom from this torment, seeking a way to strike out against her captor. She shrieks in agony as the lash rises and falls, again and again upon her tender skin, flaying her mercilessly. She sobs as the creature's essence dances in her veins, scraping against them and causing pain in her very life blood. Over and over, the redhead howls her suffering, her defiance, repeating her curses three and four times apiece, and when she runs out of things to say, she makes her displeasure known by wordless screams of mindless pain. She loses track of how long this goes on, her mind and body swirling through the mire of torment...until her body refuses to take anymore and her mind agrees emphatically.

Screams trail off, and Lacey's quivering body collapses into uncosciousness, sagging in the tendrils that hold her. She twitches there, simply hanging limp, her mind and body disconnected from one another, eyes half-closed, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. As her mind fades away, Lacey feels a sense of some pride; he hasn't broken her. They haven't broken her, not yet. And there's not much this pain freak can do to her now that she's asleep...right? God, please don't let him wake her, she doesn't want that...not at all...please!

Darkness is her answer, blessed and painless for the moment.

“Nope. I'm afraid you;re just stuck with me until I decide that I am through with you.” He lashes her buying time though he is not as brutal right now it is a prelude to what is to come. He takes delight in her apparent pleasure though and the sick bastard gets off on her pleasure as much as her pain. The only real means was to be totally unresponsive though doing so was far from possible as he would only step up his game to get that response.

Once she shows signs that the egg has hatched though that lash turns brutal adding to the sensation of the bug eating her alive from the inside. Fortunately it is but one bug and it will be at the task for a long while, something Ortix relishes though it was what she had goaded him to do in the first place as he had intended to start as she had expected, with anal beads, but she tested his creativity and thus he skipped a few of those steps that may have built up to this moment.

Her agony is heaven to his ears and to think that there was more, much more. He did not have his hand torch with him and held off on the taser just yet as he took pleasure in her agony. Those delighted screams tapper off though and she fades.

Once she does a tendril of slime is inserted up her rectum collecting the bug and the slime inside her draws out of her body to rejoin with his body, the slime a reddish color though. He chuckles though that darkness intruded upon by the very fact that he was still present …







When she wakes she's in a drained swimming pool, at the deep end of it. A pile of slime, some dried and some fresh is nearby, her wrists secured together with a cord as his her ankles and a green paste on her words providing a warm glow.

There are two tables here, one with an assortment of tools and one empty which had once contained his recently broken tank where he had kept the Ashlyn. That table was large, at least four times the size of the other.

Ortix is here, turning to her as she wakes, the nightmare not over yet.

“Oh, good, your finally awake. Shall we begin anew? Pleasure or pain?” He does not mind and it is clear that he intends to keep her for a fair bit as he sets down the datapad he was reading as she wakes rereading some of his findings.

She is in some sort of building, there is a hole in the ceiling overhead and it is day as indicated by the blue sky making her wonder how long she had been out for, where exactly was she? Would he care to even answer the student? He had not seemed to be displeased by any of the insults she had hurled at him as if they had been expected. He simply grins as her before looking to his toys a top the table as he mad his next selection, not too fussed with what she decided.

Silence. Numbness. They are bliss all of their own. Part of her is aware that her wounds tingle, warm and pleasant now instead of vile and stinging...but that's a distant part. She's unaware. The part of her that's claimed the silent bliss as its own feels panic as that darkness fades away. She doesn't want that...it's so soft and sweet...it doesn't hurt at all. Why would she ever want to wake up? That's where things hurt...that's where the things that want to hurt her are...why would she ever go back?

"...no..." A soft whimper of fear from the girl, still somewhat asleep as that darkness pulls away from her senses. Her body still aches and stings, though it feels much improved...but she knows that's not going to last. It's waiting out there for her. It wants to hurt her. It wants her to suffer. She can remember now...remember how she came to this darkness. More of her mind awakens, though she desperately begs it to remain asleep. Don't awaken; don't provide him with your consciousness! Just stay asleep! You're safe here! Don't remember the whip, the spiked fist, the clamps and the bug and the slime, don't remember, forgetforgetforgetforgetforgetfor-

"NO!" She yells as she wakes up, a shout to the phantoms of her mind, laughing shapeless creatures that had smashed her ribs and lashed her back, put things inside her that had wanted to eat her...and she can only give a soft whimper of fear as she realizes that this is no dream. It's already happened...WILL happen again, most likely...her arms and legs bound, she lays somewhere...a pool? It looks like one, but...."Where am...?"

She flinches visibly at that hated voice that calls out to her. Feigning slumber is out...he's already seen her. Has likely been watching her while she slept. A terrifying thought...there's no such thing as safety. What had she been thinking? Passing out like that...she shudders, her eyes widening as the full force of what all's just happened falls upon her conscious mind. Rolling onto her side, Lacey wretches at the memory of the pain, the thoughts flooding her mind-- inside you, it was INSIDE you, eating from the inside!- almost stopped your heart, made you die!- in your BLOOD! It hurt so bad...--

She tries to quell the panic, but how much can one person take? "D...don't touch me..." She says through her fearful tremors. "Don't...don't touch me...don't touch..." It's all she can think to say, panic rising despite her best efforts. Her green eyes dart around the pool, not really taking anything in, just terrified and looking for movement that might indicate an assailant. Her breathing is ragged, uneven and laced with terrified sobs. "Don't come here...don't touch me, don't come near me...leave me alone, leave me...please..." She quakes in her bonds. "Don't make it hurt...don't make it hurt anymore..."

Pleasure or pain, she was a mess. They all crumbled given enough time and it may have dawned on her that this would end only on his terms, not even unconsciousness seemed to dampen his interests as she threw in a question there. He was ignoring her of course as he came closer, arms and wrists bound in cable that he could not dissolve unlike working with rope or vine which would dissolve or at best weaken before he could really secure it.

“My boat house … granted, it has not been used in a number of years. You are the first I have brought here,” though Nin had chanced by it once. He took her chin turning the wounded side of her face towards him inspecting the flakes of this green paste. Not a mark, at least that region had healed though her hips and back would take longer. He released her then.

“Pleasure is it this time?” He grinned at her though he waited for her to acknowledge this. Another bout of pain could be in-store for her if she refused, there were still lots of toys he didn't get to play with yet.

“So easy to submit. Who would know save for you and I? Of course I don't care either way.” He leaned down licking an ear then whispering to her as if sharing a secret with her.

“We'll be starting with the hand torch if you wish to remain stubborn, girl.”

"Don't come here, don't, don't, don't..." Her eyes squeeze shut, her body trembling in fear. The logical part of her mind, the part of her that analyzes and reads, doesn't seem to have anything more to add; her mind is in agreement about this situation. This creature is bad, having it nearby is bad, the pain it wants to give her is bad, and all of these things should be avoided at all costs. Pride takes a back seat to survival instincts as she quakes there. A first dan black belt, an accomplished martial artist for her age; intelligent and capable in her classes; driven towards what she wants in life. The change in personality between that Lacey and this one who is breaking down, afraid and helpless...it's painful to behold, for her at least.

She whimpers at his touch, shrinking away from him. Pleasure or pain? Who's pleasure? His probably. All he wants is her pain. No...what had he said earlier? She struggles to remember, even as he gives her the promise of a handtorch, drawing another little cry of despair from her and leaving her shaking inside and out. She doesn't want that...she doesn't want anything to do with that...what had he said? That she can have either one, right? He'd even said that at the start...submit. That word rings dark in her mind and heart. All she has to do is submit...? She's afraid, terrified...what if he's just toying with her? It's possible...give her hope, just to take it away from her again. That hurts, and he likes hurt...

"Don't hurt me...Please don't..." She whispers softly. Submission. It's the only possible way to be free. Her mind, her body, her soul...she can't take that much shattering. The dreams that being hurt like that brings are awful, the memories hurt her mind and make her want to claw her eyes out. There's no more fighting this...just give him what he wants until he goes away. He'd told her to remember the word 'mistake,' though he hasn't told her his name yet. She wonders; is this her mistake? Had fighting him been her mistake?

No...coming to this school in the first place. THAT had been her mistake: And now the monsters have her and they won't let her go.