She grimaced, and then cried out as she slipped past her last blind defense, reaching her hands forward and wrapping them up in the fabric of the cloak. She really, really wanted to scream over how she knew all of this. What twisted fantasy did this creep live in where she knew all this stuff about her that she herself refused to believe was true.

"There's no...way that's true." She shuddered helplessly. What was she going to prove, huh? Just stopping it would put an end to this, and then she could figure out how to get out of there. But when she said that, it wasn't firmly. Or with confidence. She wasn't counting on being right. She was tense. It was between bowing out, shouldering it, or begging it in a way even she couldn't find it inside herself to do. And the one of those options that seemed so completely sensible just...

"How the hell do you know this, huh?"