She frowned, it stayed on her face so often that it was hard to tell what was wrong. His words were shaking her to the core, her gentle and sweet disposition had become timid and withdrawn as before. Merope hated talking about what she liked, how things felt on her body due to how addicting it was in the first place. A blotchy blush arrived on her pallid cheeks, making her feelings more obvious when he more than forwardly came closer.
She was an easy victim, she didn't fight, didn't complain really, just let it happen.
"What do you mean...?" She raised her eyes for only a moment, before dropping them at her small hands.