Everything in Rey's muscles and instincts resist any desire to continue. Hands squeezing into tight knuckles, palms clammy, head light, vision shaky. But she can't avoid it, even when it feels like a thousand hot needles are sticking into every inch within her mouth.

"My first body looked much different than the ones I have now. Although it was just a prototype, it was... conventional. Beautiful. Almost perfect." She stops, swallows hard. "It was enough to catch the attention of someone fucked up enough to think that what he felt was anything close to love. He decided to 'help' my mother get me out of that place when it was decided that I was a lost cause, useless, should be destroyed. Naturally, his intentions in doing so were far from pure. My mother paid the price for it."

And so did she.