"That stuff made everything feel good. If I had the choice I would not have done that. Drugs can change what a person feels. That.. stuff was acting like a drug, so it wasn't me in control." Mary tosses her head back, then yelps in pain as the duplicate of herself snaps the whip at her. Her hand coming up to her breast. "Ow! that hurt! Why did you do that?" She asks, backing up against the bench. The whip held out ready and her other hand was behind her picking up a long sharp bladed knife.