"My name..."She said it slowly, did he really care to know..Jewel felt like he did."Jewel and you are?" She was curious of course , not only of his identity but of why he switched moods and cried, of why he showed her passion when his intent was rape at first.She could feel that he could produce love, but could it have been a false one.She could not help but be cautious of him, of course it was because she had not known him very well, despite the fact she bore feelings.<br/><br/>Would he really stay? Or would he go and leave her in a dollish state.<br/>Was Jewel to be forever burdened by her own beauty.Like a doll that was made to only be beautiful forever,to stay for ever loved because of an appearance.She wanted to be different, unique in a sense.She already possessed a heart of boundless emotion that sparked uncontrollably, she had a soul so great it singled her out from the other beautiful women that stalked around the night of the streets and had a different man on their arm the next week.<br/>Jewel considered her self a tattered doll, a doll with cracks in her once porcelain skin.As ugly of a doll she would be she would be still loved, for she would always be loved not for her looks but for becoming someone who did not follow the crowd like a mindless pawn.Even with her cracks she was still said to be beautiful.Jewel always though that she was..a rather lovely tattered doll.<br/><br/>And for this man to show Jewel partly that she was loved it made her feel good.What was it about him that made her feel this way...was it his mercy? No , that could not have been it...was it his dominance? No it was something more than that...It had to be his emotion..his..Passion..yes..that is what it had to be. It was what she craved.