<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81589.msg3786643#msg3786643">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 18-10-2010, 01:38:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She bolted behind the bed. He expected that. She bolted for the door. He expected that too. He didn't chase her. It wasn't his way. Besides there was enough assistance in this room to move the city of London to Paris France if he asked for help to do it.  <br/><br/>He did not ask for help, yet. It was not his way. That was not how he took a virgin. He let the virgin decide how she would be used. <br/><br/>GoodFellow’s voice gentle, “Charlotte, it seems you’ve gotten enough rest to be quite spry this morning. That’s good.”<br/><br/>“I am a fair teacher. I am here to give you and several others lessons this morning. I know you want to learn but it’s hard for you.”<br/><br/>“I can see you are scared. So I’m going to give you choices. Everybody deserves choices don’t they?”<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlotte stared in horror at the man.  She felt the door at her back and she slid down to the floor, sitting, knees pulled up, her arms wrapped around them.  He didnt move, he stood there, watching, his face almost seemed freindly, but she knew better than to trust anything that was said to her.<br/><br/>A fair teacher?  None of them were fair.  She had been brutally beaten, whipped until she felt she was going to be sick, and now..now this.  "I dint want to learn, not if its going to hurt me" she whispered, her voice shaky as she fought the fear that threatened to overwhelm her.<br/><br/>Choices?  Did he really say that?  She laughed at him bitterly, "choices?  Maybe you have choices, but I don't.  My choice is to leave this place, to go home, to forget you all" she spat at him, fire in her eyes, "I have no choice.  You are still going to hurt me, what sort of choice is that!!" She screamed, "I will not come to you, I will not lay down on the bed like a good girl.  I don't want to be here, I want to go home" she was still on the floor, leaning against the door.<br/><br/>"There that's my choice!!"