Neverwinter Forest free and holy torn

He repeats her words and his voice crawls beneath her skin, heavy with intent before he touches a single hair upon her hide. He knows well enough that she does not want to stay with him and yet he toys with her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the part that had lost the fight so much, tells her to go ahead and get it over with. Let him do what he wants with her body, to satisfy him to mark her body with teeth an groin, but she’d been shown another life and it keeps her on her toes.
 
“No,” she says, a little more stern. She shakes her head. “I can find them on my own.”