She didn't let go. She flung her arms about his neck, and laced her fingers together, pulling tight so that he would not easliy shake her off. And she clung on with her teeth as well, digging in harder so that he would not dislodge her grip. How would she know when to stop? When he vomited? Or did that come later? She couldn't remember it at all.

She heard the rip of her dress, but she didn't care, and she moved with him. Let him hurt her. Let the pain he inflicted on her make her forget about everything she had ever done to him and everybody else.