The figure laughed and went into the kitchen. She didn't keep much in there. Mostly just props for the charade of human life in case she had company over. He didn't allow her much. While the two grappled, he poked around her cupboards and fridge. Finally, he came up with a box of tea and fished around for the kettle. Tea would be lovely.<br/><br/><br/>He didn't topple when she struck him, which she had not expected. She hadn't prepared her knees to grip his body and hold herself in place. She slid down to the floor, keeping her arm locked around his neck. She could feel that he'd wormed his arm under hers just before she'd locked in place. She gripped  and pulled harder in an attempt to force her efforts past his arm. If she had to she'd break his arms.<br/><br/>Deep within her her voided mind, thoughts were slowly struggling to life. It was only the barest of instinct, but it was there. The control he held would eventually fade, but she would be far too late. She was becoming slowly aware of what her body and her 'master' were doing, and knew that she would have no choice but to watch her only Love for several centries die.