His talk of power and varying other strange things she couldn't really understand scared her more than before, but pain, and the fear of it, a fear she was just getting to know again, kept her still.<br/><br/>"Yes....yes..." she whimpered, though she wasn't really responding to a desire for power, she wasn't sure she'd ever wanted power, no, instead she feared being passed around from freak to freak, used and then discarded for the next. She'd been there before, and if it meant giving up to him, she'd do anything to avoid it, because she knew, being used again, feeling the way she had, again, would break her mind completely, and she didn't want to know who she'd become then.<br/><br/>"Just you," she begged, "please..."<br/><br/>She was crying as she spoke, but relaxing her body, having to do so consciously, to avoid shaking in fear.