She lightly leaned her cheek into his hand as he wiped her tears, slightly surprised, but nonetheless comforted by the gesture. Slowly, she nodded as he spoke. He was right. She had no choice but to accept these new circumstances. She knew not what her future might hold, but she did know that her future rested in the hands of this man. The idea of what might come scared her, but she couldn't change anything. She had absolutely no power, and she was beginning to realize this. There was nothing she could do. But though she had begun to come to terms with this, the thought broke her heart. Her spirit had been stripped from her and she hadn't the energy to fight it. This wasn't her, she thought. She was a fighter, she always had been. But that was no more. It was like she could feel her will slipping away and she couldn't do anything about it but just submit to the change.<br/><br/>As he removed the fur from her body, she didn't fight him. Nor did she bother to pick up the fur or move herself away from him.  She only turned her face to the side, not wanting to look at him. She was ashamed of herself for giving up, but give up she had. Her body shuddered as his hand came into contact with her skin. She could still feel the tears streaming, unable to stop herself. What had happened to her, she wondered. She was only nineteen. Her life was just beginning, but she had just given up hope. Submitted to this situation, to him. She wiped away the tears, her eyes puffy and red from her crying. She sniffed, trying once more to compose herself.