[She's screaming. She can't stop screaming. She just wants him to turn her loose; she is reminded suddenly and sickeningly of her parents' kitchen, her father's knife at her throat, the blood trickling down her neck and the pain, the blinding pain, she can't breathe. But she can. But she can't.]
What you want doesn't matter! You don't get to make me care about you after you hurt me!
[A different person entirely from the girl who talked him into taking her down to the planet; a different species. She is reactive, volatile, helpless, but trying anyway, trying to get away. She knows it's hopeless, but she doesn't care. She fights.]
[She wonders how long it will be until she dies again.]
[ Spam ]
What you want doesn't matter! You don't get to make me care about you after you hurt me!
[A different person entirely from the girl who talked him into taking her down to the planet; a different species. She is reactive, volatile, helpless, but trying anyway, trying to get away. She knows it's hopeless, but she doesn't care. She fights.]
[She wonders how long it will be until she dies again.]