"Please," Tracey kept whimpering, crying as her head ached, pressing herself against him as if the contact would make it all better. "I don't want to remember..." But she couldn't stop it. Couldn't stop her mind from bringing up all the things he'd done. All the times he'd beaten her, or forced himself on her, or made her do things she never would have done. She'd always just gone along with it until finally a part of her had snapped, but now to know that it hadn't even been her choice... "Why?" She pulled back enough to look at him, tearing slipping down her cheeks. "Why would anyone do this to someone? T-take away their f-free will so th-they- so they'd let someone beat them and r-rape them and allow it? They made me okay with it until- until I r-realized that he was going to kill me one day and I c-couldn't let myself-"