"Her"

Rage

Don't give them anything. Not your blood, not your tears, not your pain. Do you hear me? 'She' told the young woman. They've taken more than any human deserves to take from another-

"And they'll never stop taking until I'm dead. I'm in a corner. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide." The young woamn felt enraged at her betrayal, and hurt. It seemed no matter how many times she patched her wounds, someone would rip off the bandages. And she would bleed again. "I don't have anywhere to go now. What should I do?"

'She' was silent.

"What should I do?" The young woman cried out. "They keep on hurting me, and they'll never stop, and I can't get away! Help me!" she hid her face in her hands. "Please." she whispered.

I'm sorry I can't do more for you. I feel even more powerless than you. I...have to watch, after all.

"I know. I shouldn't involve you in this." The young woman sniffled, wiping away hot tears with her sleeve.

But I am involved. Your situation is being complicated every day. I know that's part of the reason you aren't finished with the project. I...wish I could do more than listen, but my ears are all I have to give.

The young woman gave a small, sad smile. "Well, that's better than most people are willing to give me. Thanks."