"So is witchcraft" she retorted, glaring up at him. She kept running in her head all the reasons her body responded. It was chemical. After the abuse she had suffered on the way to this hell, her body was more willing to a gentle touch. She refused to give into the man in front of her, holding her.
"You can tell yourself that all you want to." she said, though her breath hitched as his fingers brushed over the thin fabric. "Can I go now? I'd like to wash the filth of that place and those monsters off of me."