Merope's heart was pounding, hurting and she clutched her chest before she was forced to turn around. Jonathan's hands held her against the ground, his eyes was on her but she couldn't look at him. Luckily, he kept her from further hurting herself by trying to rock rather hard, finding the hard pain to be more gratifying. Just as all might have been lost, her squirming had stopped to listen to the voice agreeing with her.
She didn't do anything, everyone agrees, she was good.
Merope was serious risk for heart failure, but she seemed to be fine the more he agreed with her. Marvolo never agreed with her, even if she was right and if he was agreeing with her then that was not Marvolo. Merope was moving back and forth when he pulled her so she was back against him, her rocking was much slowly and less violent than it had been. All of his touches, soft and sweet with his gentle whisper in her ears was enough to settle her to a much slower rocking than before.
She no longer fought him, her form was exhausted, head spinning and every muscle was sore from over working. Finally, her breathing ceased its rapid pace, allowing her to get more oxygen than she had been getting. Once she started breathing a little better her adrenaline had stopped and she was slightly leaned forward. Each touch, each small comfort slowly helped her realize where she'd been and who with.
"Jonathan...I'm sorry, I was bad..." Merope couldn't blame him for what she'd done. Jonathan told her that being downstairs was not good and she wasn't allowed, the dangerous strange items down there was probably why.
A few more moments and she was particularly limp, his arms the only thing keeping her from falling right against the floor. Merope was breathing, breathing more deeply,"I'm bad." She said in her hushed voice. Someone so fragile had almost been too far into madness to be brought back to normal.
Who knew what kind of sick fuck Jonathan was to get his delights in his own personal experiment.