Jule was caught off guard by his quickened closeness. She yelped and gasped when her head was momentarily thrashed against the wall. Her vision gone and hot liquid dripped rapidly down her forehead and face. Not a lot of blood, but enough to provid a concussion.  Her features went blank after the head wound, unable to process anything other than pain. When she was thrown to the floor, she managed to catch herself from bashing her head a second time. She groaned and whimpered out a sob, everything rushing back in slowly. She looked up to meet Kade's eyes, her own begging forgiveness, "Please..." she whimpered pathetically, "I can..." Then an idea dawned on her, and she immediately<i>hated</i>herself for it. But she prayed he'd go for it.<br/><br/>She tried not to crawl away as a new type of tears filled her eyes, and her brows furrowed upward in shame and regret. "I... I-I'll give you myself... I know I've fucked up, Kade..." She trailed off for a second, her voice catching with emotion, "But please... If.. I do what ever you want... would it be enough to pay you back? It's all I have to offer. I don't have anything but me." She persisted. She hated this idea, but she couldn't offer more. She wasn't naive, and knew he had been wanting her to fork herself over to him sexually for a long time now. So all she could was offer herself to him and hope it was enough. Her only lingering thoughts through her panic were what she would have to tell Syd about her wounds later, if she could manage to get out of this situation.