"... Sorry." She didn't look at anyone in particular as she continued. "... So I get there. He's waiting. The Spearchucker, that is... And he's got four other girls, and all they're wearing are those @&#$in' collars..." She swallowed. "I, uh... didn't know for sure I was into girls too yet, but I was, um, figuring it out right quick... And yeah I was a little scared and nervous leading up to it... but he was gentle... and the other girls, uh, [i]helped[/i] things along... and everything was good... It hurt, but it felt good... Even the... weirder stuff... and I, uh, learned a [i]lot[/i] of things... But then... things kept going... and they got worse... and worse... And I just... kept going along with it..." As she spoke, her voice grew more distant, and she was a little quiet.

She swallowed again, and pushed Argent's hand off her thigh. She was on her feet, unsteady, and some beer sloshed out of her cup, as she downed the rest of it, crushed the cup, and threw it aside. She spoke normally, in her normal tone, with her normal inflection, but there was a slight cracking to her voice. Her whole body trembled. "... So that was the first. First guy. First girls. First time someone watched me... do things... First... first dog. First @&#$ing [i]corpse[/i]..." She took a deep breath, and the shaking got worse. "... 'Cause he killed one of the girls. Right there, just... and then he made me... and I... I @&#$in' did it... My twelve year old ass, and... I did it." She waved it off, sitting back down next to Argent, shaking her head. She kept fidgeting, running her tongue over her teeth, clenching her fist and flexing her fingers. Never making eye contact. Not looking at anyone. Her voice was barely a whisper. "... And that's how a girl's whole @&#$in' team can get killed in front of her, and she doesn't @&#$in' lose it..."