Chastity felt a lump in her throat, she had been trying to just think of it as a nightmare, something she had woken up from, but talking about it would destroy that illusion, it would be accepting it as real. She wished she could think of it as something that happened to that other Chastity, but she couldn't she had felt the fear, felt the suffering, maybe it could be some intense night terror. But one way or the other she had experienced it, and hiding behind it be fictional was just cowardice, she had to face it head on. What happened to her was terrible, but it had happened, she may not be dead now, mostly anyway, but she had been killed. But she was going to be alive, truly alive again, she would make sure of it.<br/><br/>Chastity Styne then sat down beside Angela.<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #B80000">"I was r-raped..."</span></span></span>She stammered, more than anything she wish she had forgotten all of this too. She continued,<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #B80000">"Kn-nocked unconscious, and then locked in a metal box. I was stuck in there for a while, how long I'm not sure, until eventually he buried me in that box while I was still alive. Until I eventually suffocated to death."</span></span></span>She had to stop and take a breath every so often. But she had done it, and she felt a little better about talking about it. She had kept it short and didn't go into a lot of the horrible details she could remember so vividly. Chastity had to wipe some tears from her eyes, She thought to herself, oh boy, Warmaster my butt, can't even talk about a single death. She took comfort that this was a good sign that she was probably nothing like who she had been before.