"Really? You're not even going to guess? You've got no ideas?" she's awestruck, rolling her eyes. "Well, that's exactly why. Because you're an absolute oaf, you're useless. You're certainly not fit to be going out with my sister." Your mind races, you're struck by her insults. "I've just let out your true form; you're a pathetic, little bug. Nothing's changed."
"But--" you attempt to get out before Charlotte interrupts you. "But what? Are you going to try and refute anything I've just said? I don't think so. You can't. It's all true — you know it." She's starting to get through to you, making you believe what she's saying. "You know it, don't you? Say it. Admit that you're a pathetic insect. Go on, I'm waiting." Charlotte's pulling the truth out of you — pressuring it out of you.
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