"Something like that. Just the way he approached. Slowly, with purpose, and me knowing I couldn't do a damned thing to stop it except stand there, again, and let it happen. Again."

Normally she'd have gotten up and paced, but she knew she'd make it about four feet before her knees decided to go wet noodle on her. Since she didn't want to appear any weaker than she already felt, she stayed put. "Probably sounds completely damsel in distress, or complete weak sister, or something like that to you."