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His words hurt her, like a knife stabbing her in the chest and ripping her heart out. "I-I see... I see... So then why...? Why kiss me and comfort me and take me from my home, promising to protect me...? What am I to you? Some sort of sex toy? Like that woman at the airport? You are so damn cruel, you know that?" Saoirse whispered, her voice barely audible yet it was easy to tell that she was hurt as she turned away from him and towards the fire. If he could see her face, he'd know that she was on the verge of tears, yet not a single tear welled in her eyes, rather her eyes looked glazed over and empty.

There was another period of silence. "The day I could finally remember. My earliest memory." She replied a little louder, grasping her pendant a little tighter. Her presence became strangely nonexistent, like she was but a mere empty shell. She felt used, like she was nothing but a mere object for Dorian's pleasure and he was using his name as an excuse to keep her around until he was no longer interested in her or she was of no use to him.