In the show, Lady Heather had stressed empowerment. At first that confused me and it took a while for it to filter through. This dark new world that I... was supposed to learn about, apparently needed to learn about, was all about trust and control. The weirdest part was that the ... victim if you will, the person being tied up and, not so much tortured, although some times that was clearly the case, but dominated, that was the person in charge! He or she wielded the ultimate control over the. By the time she had her clothes and weapons on, she was wondering if she had let things go too far last night. I’m on a prison planet with a man sentenced to life. After I’ve turned down all those eligible men, why in the world have I allowed myself to go so far with Morales? she asked herself.“Face it. You’ve fallen in love with him,” she answered herself aloud.She, like Morales, practically set a record in getting her clothes and weapons on. With her mind a moil of conflicting thoughts, she. And so was my head. Where was I again? I felt myself being pulled up from where I was slouched, what the fuck? I opened my eyes. It was so bright. There was a pair a chocolate brown eyes staring at me, with what looked like…concern, maybe? They reminded me vaguely of minstrels. He was still pulling me. I felt a strong urge to be sick. Good job that this stranger seemed to be pulling me where I wanted to be pulled. I felt strong hands pulling back my long brown hair out of my face, as I heaved. He ducked just in time to dodge afist, letting it harmlessly fly over his head. He quickly brought hisarm up to block the following kick, retaliating with his own punch whichhis attacker likewise blocked. "Jeez, Ryoga, can't I even walk home fromschool in peace?" You shut your mouth!" Ryoga growled back, baring his fangs. "I heardall about what happened today! How dare you peep on Akane after gymclass!" Oh for the love of..." He leaned back to dodge Ryoga's fist again,before kicking him hard in.