"I guess the Kate I know was so... carefree and spirited, not listening to anyone, thinking she knew best... It's hard to imagine her as submissive." She shrugged, looking down. But she could imagine the way she'd wormed her way in. The death of a slave, picking someone vulnerable to mould, to manipulate, waiting for the right time to strike.
"... She used to tell me I was her favourite person in the world. When I was a little girl, I mean. That she'd stop anyone or anything that wanted to hurt me. Course, back then I thought it was sweet, but now I know about the things that go on... Well, it scares me a little, I guess."