<strong>"My mom...she doesn't love me. If she did she wouldn't have brought me to this place. I don't need your help...</strong>she said, backing away from him as he rose up, her back hitting the wall as she let out a small cry of helplessness as she ttried to meet his gaze, tried to watch his movements. Her eyes became unfocused though as his form came closer. She could see the smile crossing his lips. She was shaking with nerves now. She wasn't a fighter, she'd taken a self defense class yes, but never got far.<br/><br/>Her fingers fumbled against the wall as though trying to find something anything to use to make him back away, but she felt nothing. It was then his gaze met hers, and the intensity at which he looked at her had her biting her  lip. She didn't want to go to him, but what choice did she have?<strong>"Please....why do I need to go to the desk, I just didn't want to talk in front of her...I can't stand talking in front of others. Please...what are you going to do to me?</strong>she asked her breath coming out in a great rush of warmth.<br/><br/>A part of her wanted to read his mind, but what if he caught her, like the last time, was it too soon to do it again? Did he know she'd been the one to do it before. Oh god, if he knew she was in worse trouble than she thought. She wanted to scream, but that'd just bring more of then, and who knows what would happen then. She was trapped,<strong>"I'll go...but please tell me what you're going to do to me....please tell me first...what's going to happen?</strong>she said tracing his eyes for any sort of reluctance to punish her, or do anything untoward.<br/>