"I wasn't afraid of her." Agatha kept talking before he'd even finished. Now that she's started letting out what had happened for the first time, she didn't want to stop. She wanted it all said out loud, wanted someone else to hear it. Maybe she could find a way to become better then. Anything was worth a try by now.
"She ran into me on the street and it was raining. She said I could go back with her to her place and get some dry clothes. I knew it was a trick, but I wasn't worried. If she tortured me... well, then that would be unfortunate but I'd survive or I'd come back. And I knew that she couldn't do anything to me, because I was inviolable." Here she looked at Patrick, needing him to understand this point. "God gifted me with the power to protect my virginity: Nothing can be taken from me that I don't willing give. Men have tried, plenty of times, and God has protected me because He knew my heart. But," she licked her dry lips, "I went with Lust that day and she put her hands on me and I- and-"