[The touch is soothing. Like that of a parent... It makes him feel a little nostalgic. Kind to a murderer? Heh... it's hard to tell.]

I... woke up right after they were done... doing things. And Malik kept teasing me over how I reacted. In the end, he told me... [He has to pause and reflect. The words are painful to even say.] That it didn't matter if I was bothered by it, or gave permission... because I was 'weak enough to lose control of my own body'.

It feels like a stupid thing to be the tipping point. In the end, I was so much of a doormat I couldn't even leave. The fact that I was too tired to stand up helped.