[It had never been his words that scared her. Words were like the wind, they came easily especially to him.
It was the other things. The isolation that came when he decided she hadn't been obedient enough, the complete withdrawl of anything resembling kindness for all his was falsehoods. She hadn't known before, had been terrified to lose what scraps of approval and human contact she could get.
Even now knowing what she did, she couldn't help the dread knotting in her gut, as if she'd never fled, as if she was awaiting his approval or disapproval of what she'd done.]
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[It had never been his words that scared her. Words were like the wind, they came easily especially to him.
It was the other things. The isolation that came when he decided she hadn't been obedient enough, the complete withdrawl of anything resembling kindness for all his was falsehoods. She hadn't known before, had been terrified to lose what scraps of approval and human contact she could get.
Even now knowing what she did, she couldn't help the dread knotting in her gut, as if she'd never fled, as if she was awaiting his approval or disapproval of what she'd done.]
Still bad.