"Then Stiles is lucky to have you. So long as I don't hear about you hurting him." She was looking at the ground. She shouldn't be talking about these things with him. She shouldn't trust him. For all she knew, he could be making mental notes of everything she said and did, to pass them onto Eterna for the things she'd done for Stiles.
"... She says she wants me happy." She answered, shrugging to the ground. The truth was sometimes she was - sometimes the pain, the humiliation, the pleasure she gave and received was just right. Sometimes she craved it almost as much as she fought it. But she knew she shouldn't be like that. Stiles shouldn't be like that. "We fought this life, our parents fought this life. They wanted better for us, for us to have lives, have families... That's why we shouldn't be here. So we can live." She answered at last.