He doesn't call her babygirl or anything weird. He just says he's there. She wants to ask what that means, what the fuck anything means, what's the point of anything, but there are more tears and she cries until she can't anymore. It's the safest she's felt in a long time, behind held by someone who doesn't think they own her. A part of her hates that. The rest of it, hungry for human contact and a sense of belonging, cries and cries and cries.

Finally, she runs out of tears, or maybe the energy to cry. Eventually, she just sighs, slumping there and not caring what happens next. He can kill her. She'd deserve it. She doesn't think he's that kind, though.

The girl in the reflection waves, showing off a bite mark on her hand.

"I killed her."