Venelopi listened to him speak, her mind wandering at all that was happening here. This young man, who had come to her last night and paid(or someone paid for him) to sleep with her. And yet here he was apologizing for all he had done to her last night? What had given him the change of heart? Why was he apologizing now? She was very confused and still didn't quite understand all that was happening. Had this young man not known what all the girls in this place were? Well, she supposed that didn't surprise her. What men did know about where all the girls had come from and why they were here? Not a lot probably.

So, what had made the man suspicious? And how had this young man stubble across the news that all the girls in this were Natashas? More so, why did he even care? After all ,this wasn't affecting his life directly. After being all so many heartless men these past three months, it was hard for Nelli to believe that anyone in this whole country would even so much as feel any sort of emotions or have and empathy for the girls that were trapped in this horrible life style. And yet, here was a young man that seemed to be feeling just that.

She was quiet a long moment after he finished, sitting there on the bed, her curly blond hair hanging in her face and acting as a curtain between the two o them as she looked down in thought, avoiding his gaze as she did, though that didn't really matter much considering he was avoiding her gaze just as much as she was avoiding his.

Taking a deep breath, Nelli slowly looked back up at him, an unsure and cautious look on her face now, "I'm.....very confused.....why....why do you even care what happens to someone like me? I mean....I'm just...." A tool. An object. A worthless human. So many horrible terms that had been branded into her mind by the men that had abused and used her. Terms that after so long of hearing them she thought of as truth, "...just....bad."