Her voice is little more than a hoarse whisper as she whispers, "No... I'm not okay." She tries to turn away from you, but her body feels leaden and heavy. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she struggles against the paralyzing fear that grips her.

"You drugged me," she accuses, her voice trembling with anger and disbelief. "You raped me while I was unconscious... how could you?"

Her eyes widen in horror as the realization hits her like a punch to the gut. You don't just want to help her... you want to control her. The thought makes bile rise in her throat, and she struggles against the panic that threatens to overwhelm her. She can't breathe, can't think straight. All she wants is to get away from you, as far away as possible.

But she knows she can't. Not yet.

` giggles softly, starstruck by the romantic gesture "Wow... that was amazing." leans forehead to forehead with him, playing with a lock of his hair "I love you so much it scares me sometimes..."

"Oooh, I love this too... nuzzles into his chest, feeling secure and loved You're making me so happy..."