Jasper felt his chest tighten and he tried to breath without hyperventilating. Kate's hand smoothing his hair helped calm him a little, though it still took him a few moments before he could say anything. When he did speak it was just above a whisper, sounding broken.<br/><br/>"I...I was only m...made for serving. With....without this I was n...nothing." He felt his break hitch as he tried to tell Kate what had happened, about things he had tried to block from his mind for so long. As he recounted what Malora had done, it was as though he were reliving it.<br/><br/>"She w...would tie me to the end of her bed and l...leave me for h...hours blindfolded. Then s...she would..." Here Jasper flinched as though being hit, remembering the feeling of the wooden cane, or the stinging pain of the leather. "She would hit me with each st...statement." He said this feeling like that little boy again. He whimpered and curled closer to Kate, not wanting to continue.