When she could speak again, she whimpered softly, supporting his statement of the pain and its effect on her.  The muscles in her back spasmed with the memory of that pain, the nerves hot and sensitive to how close he was.  His touch brought an additional whimper and she tried to move away from him.  Eventually his words penetrated the fog, and she took a deep breath, knowing how foolish but necessary her next words were.<br/><br/>"No..."  This croaked out, apologetically, defiantly, and with the knowledge that she would feel that pain again.  "I will not."