She didn't want to come to him, she didn't want to give in to him in any way.  She'd done so once already with the meal, but she could rationalize it, she'd been avoiding more abuse and fueling her body.  if she didn't -eat- she could die.  Sucking his dick didn't have anything to do with survival... yet.<br/><br/>as that magic worked on her, swirling through her brain, fogging it, making it seem as if going to him was a good idea, she struggled with it.  She felt it, and yet she didn't recognize it for what it was.  instead she movied forward slowly..patiently, one step, another.  She didn't go to her knees yet, she wouldn't crawl.  Yet..  somehow the idea of going to him seemed tempting, even ...undeniable.