The tears continue to be shed.  As she chortled with choking as she is suddenly lifted up and held by the throat.   All through out the past few moments.  She has unleashed a verbal assault upon herself.  As she bordered on the cliff of shattering.   While the words she is weaker then Honey, ring with a truth.  She felt it,  she felt lost.  One that has lost all control.  She could not focus draw the inner strength.<br/><br/>Suddenly she is discarded and drop to the floor.   Crashing hard, she would feel the effects, as the wind leaves her.   Causing her to gasp violently for air.    She does not answer quick enough.   For a gun is drawn once again.  Pointed at her now.   The threat real,  as Walter wanted her answer.  If she would dare to find her self.  To find even love in allowing her emotions.  The gun though would also bring a focal point to center on.  To allow composure.  As she drew a breath finally.    The tears cease as she looks unwaveringly into the barrel of the gun.   That points right at her head.<br/><br/>Fear does not show in her eyes.  For that matter a readiness to die.  She would take the easy way out if truly given the choice.   She is not afraid of death.   However, nor does she seek it out.  As her words testify to this.<em>"Teach me,  show me how to love."</em>She is not a reader, she had no clue you yourself did not know what love is truly.<br/><br/>But that did not matter, for she would learn what depraved nature you decided what it should be.   With out knowing such was not the case.