<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma let out a soft gasp when Len held her down on the bed. She felt her blood run cold when she take a look at his expression. Her heart raced again next to him, but this time, in fear, not excitement. Feeling her blood run cold, Emma wondered about what he would do to her. Her mind went to the markings on Len's back, and she thought she would be on the receiving end of some violence from his hands now.<br/><br/>His harsh words on blaming herself for her mother's death made Emma's eyes tear up, as it was usual for her. In any other occasion, she would have retreated into herself and shut down. Something stirred within her, though, and she saw herself doing something else entirely. She actually saw herself - probably for the first time in her life - reacting. She saw herself fighting back, or at least trying to.<br/><br/>If she had taken the time to actually think, it was a pretty normal and perfectly possible reaction. Whenever threatened, after all, fight or flight is the normal response. The one thing that was unexpected was that flight had been her default response, and now the impulse to fight had kicked in.<br/><br/>"You? You couldn't take care of a pet rock!", she yelled back, furiously, while trying to get her wrists away from his grasp. She would keep on trying until she either managed to free herself or learned it was impossible, while still talking. "You can only hurt people, that is what you do! So since you were supposed to take care of me, the best way to do it is to stay the hell away from me!", the girl completed, feeling the need - she didn't even know why - to be honest about her thoughts once in her life.</div>