[There's no shyness out of her as he undresses her, nor does she mind the touch to her spine or the way he toys with her hair. It's nice to feel him in such a small, simple way, as she focuses on what he tells her.
They're all dead. Tragic. Who knows whether they had been turned and killed off later on or if he'd kept them human (she's honestly assuming the former) but in the end it doesn't matter. They died. That's what she needs to take away from this.]
I'm nearly two hundred though. I'm supposed to have one.
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They're all dead. Tragic. Who knows whether they had been turned and killed off later on or if he'd kept them human (she's honestly assuming the former) but in the end it doesn't matter. They died. That's what she needs to take away from this.]
I'm nearly two hundred though. I'm supposed to have one.
[Because it's been drilled into her.]