Her escape from the room hadn’t been the most graceful, but she had managed to escape and hide out if only for a little while. It had taken her a while to talk herself into returning back into the monster's lair, that's what Culler was after all. A monster, he may hide behind a pretty face and a devious smile, but she knew what lay beneath. She was already attempting to come up with a plan which would allow her to be out of his grasp as soon as she could, the idea of running away and going back home was slowly becoming more and more appealing. Other then the idea that he would reach out to her sister, she couldn’t have her sister or indeed her parents affected by him any more than they already been.<br/><br/>As she settled on the sofa, she shifted nervously as her hands moved to tug her skirt down subconsciously, before moving to run through her hair as she smoothed it in place. Her eyes met his for a moment as he appeared in the room before darting down towards the floor unwilling to meet his eyes as she glanced towards the table where less than an hour ago he had stolen her anal virginity from her.  His words were unexpected as he thanked her, as she felt his hand move to pet her back, she only just managed to stop herself from flinching at the small amount of contact. She wasn’t sure what game he was playing but she wasn’t going to let her guard down.<br/><br/>The feel of the tablet settling on her lap made her glance downwards as her hand moved to pick it up and lifted it to look at the art which was on the screen. Her cheeks turned a bright red as she blushed as she saw herself reflected back in the images which were on screen, her face in various expressions. Talia bit down on her bottom lip nibbling upon the tender flesh, as she flicked over the various images. Each one showed her in various states, they were just abstract enough that others wouldn’t be able to make the connection but she knew. She shook her head before looking up at him as he asked what she thought “You..” her voice trailing off as she let her eyes close for a moment.<br/><br/>“You, can’t use these. It's obvious it's me.” She looked up at him with wide eyes, as she held up one of the more identifying images. He was using her fear, her torment to fuel his art, and in turn to profit. Her eyes once more went back to the image which was on the tablet, displaying her face torn between a look of pain and pleasure. She placed the tablet down unable to look at it anymore. “You can’t”<br/><br/>He seemed unaffected by her obvious conflict with his artwork as he moved to grab a piece of pizza before moving towards her. She blinked as he towered closer to her, pressing into her personal space as his cold fingers moved her head as he tilted it back, as he pressed his fingers against her lips attempting to force her lips to part. She refused for a moment as she shook her head before his fingers pressed harder and her lips parted as she felt him roll the food into her mouth. She wanted to spit it out, to rebel against what he was forcing upon her, he was making something as simple as eating into something he once more had power over.  She could feel the food heavy on her tongue as she fought back the urge to fight against him, that never seemed to end well for her.