Effy frowned at his question. Why did he ask her that question? Why couldn't he have asked for something simple like a kiss or a lap dance? She sighed, closing her eyes as she screwed up her face in thought. "He came to see me at Noir, and told me that I was the most beautiful human he had ever seen. He was drawn to me." Tears began dripping out of the corner of her eyes as she continued on. "I don't remember why, but I felt compelled to go home with him that night. It was as if I couldn't say no. The torture started as soon as we got in the car. He cut my inner thighs with one of his nails, slowly licking up the blood as it dripped to the leather. As much as I wanted him to stop, I had no [i]desire[/i] to push him away...so he continued. I felt so dirty. I still feel dirty." The thin girl had begun to shake, but she pushed on. "Once we reached his flat, the real torture began. He passed me around to his friends as if I were a joint. Instead of raping me, they killed me....each one killing me in a different way. I only remember how I died the first and last times, the others are just a blur. The first time I was thrown off a balcony with a rope tied to my next. The last time, I was given an air embolism; I [i]felt[/i] my heart explode in my chest. Every time I woke up, though. Every time I was in the same dark room, lying on the floor. Micael grew tired of killing me, though, he said the ways they were choosing to kill me weren't interesting enough for him. Sexual abuse was much more fitting for me, he told me." 

Effy couldn't continue on. She couldn't tell Gin all the things Micael had made her do.