[Sigh.]

I belonged... to no one. I was my own. I remembered, all things. Nothing challenged me. Strong and clever and cruel. Nothing touched me.

[She doesn't mind having been cruel. She hates these emotions of hers, they are pointless and confusing, wasteful. They make everything muddy and she loses parts of herself in their toxic sludgy mix.]

Now I am broken. I cry and I long for him. He owns everything. Controls everything. I should have killed him, for this. No one should... should bend me, I was perfect.

[Her expression twists angrily.]

I am not myself. I am a piece, in a cage. And I cannot... have it back.

[She curls in on herself as she finishes, lost in her black hair, fingers pulling angrily at her skin, her cage.]