Jessa's own memories of the black market were not so sketchy. She remembered every singe detail, every man that looked at her, how she was described, how much of a price she fetched for being a virgin...No matter how hard she tried, the memories would creep up on her. It was the first shock in her life, though many, many followed once He had purchased her. But it was the first night, huddled in a cage, her head pounding from the concussion she has sustained, that was the most vivid memory in her mind. She could remember the smells and sounds of those around her, some weeping, some screaming. But it was the silent ones that had frightened her the most. The ones who had given up hope. Jessa had been most terrified she would become one of those. Empty and broken.
There were times when she was with Him she felt herself going to that place. She would lie on the bed in her small room for hours, her eyes glazed over as she stayed within her mind. In truth, being turned had saved her sanity. She was able to take control of herself again and she earned her freedom with blood and fire. But she had been squandering that freedom, hiding in her little apartment.
"I am no such thing, thank you very much." she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Do you normally stop women on the street and accuse them of being women of ill repute or am I just special?"