Candice smiled faintly, giving her age that her eyes have not, proving that all 18 years of her life were hard earned. She looked up at him with that smile and spoke from the aching pit within that held all of the pain that people have caused her over the years.
"Where I am from, it is a man's right to do to a woman as he pleases. Since I am owned by no one, I am everyone's to punish with no punishment in return." Her voice was more empty now, though still held the edge of bells faintly. She dropped her gaze from him and began to play with her hair, twirling it around her fingers and she spoke quietly, but no longer frantic.
"Where I am from, many people think I am rude and don't know my place. I am of mixed blood, so my family disowned me when I was not the obedient little child they had hoped for. Since then, those who want me, only want me for the rarity of what I am. They are vile men who have more mistresses than they know what to do with." The rage in her voice made the pull stronger, making her seem more vibrant than before yet her voice was still that of a melody.