Rose puts a hand up, waving away the potion. This was not okay... This was not okay...

[i]"You're losing your grip weakling. Surrender, and save yourself the trouble of this pointless struggle..."[/i]

"No! I'm in control!" Her legs curled up, arms now wrapped around them. She was in control, she couldn't lose! "I'm in control..." she murmurs, repeating the phrase over and over. Maybe if she said it enough, she could truly believe it.

[i]"Pathetic. I give it a month before I have enough to power to regain my rightful body. . . You are just stalling!"[/i]

"N-No!" Her voice was quiet, barely able to form her own words. Unknown to her, the god was merely toying with her. She was imagining the fact that she had lost control of herself.