[Her eyes turn to Charlotte before her head turns. The dark black depths, that move without seeing and look without acknowledging. Her rage palpable. Her absolute sensatio of pressure. The pressure that blasted the door from its hinges. It fills the room as sea water begins to run and pool at her feet. ]

That's what I thought. That's what I thought. I thought if I swallowed it, if I swallowed it all, nothing would be left!

Then I woke up, with a thing that had his face, saying that it was punishing me because of sending others of 'my kind' after him. Then I had him force himself on me with his face and his voice and his touch and still I swallowed it! I look at him every day and must say nothing because I wanted no harm to come to him! I did not even tell my Dominant what this face had done to me because I was doing everything I could to stop this between us.

[ Her mouth twists to something near hysterical in rage, trying so hard to keep her form singular. ]

And now when I want one single answer that my friend, a man whom I love, is being treated well! Is safe and protected! And I hear the petulant scream of a coward that would rather accuse me than ever answer a simple question. I will not have it! I will not leave someone dear to me at the hands of one who has no honour!