Celia looked deep into her own eyes, then blinked and looked down. "I... I see a child.... I see myself, but it's not me... it's a whimpering child, hiding in her room, because her father is beating the living shit out of her mother. And that same child being told how utterly useless and pathetic she is."<br/><br/>She looked up againas Mistress' chin pressed onto her collar bone, the warmth surprising her. At Mistress' next words her heart leapt for joy. "You d... do?" She turned and beamed at Mistress.<em>She loves me she loves me she loves me! No she... She said it, she loves me! You are...She loves me! You can't... She loves me! You will... She loves me!</em>Every time the voice tried to say something Celia drowned it out with those three words. "Mistress.... Please, tell me again, tell me truly, and tell me how much. I can get rid of her, but... Please Mistress?"