“That first time, how did you feel about what was happening?”
“… I liked it. It excited me.”
“And did you continue to like it?”
“Yes! Yes. Before long he’d only- he’d just have to- to say to me, to go to the little room, and I- I would start to get wet… He’d just threaten that- it was enough, I’d have to go down and- had to lie down and touch myself. At school, anything would set it off. Humiliation, any kind of humiliation. Even here, even you- you hit my coat with your stick and I had to come back right away, I was so… excited… There’s no hope for me. I’m vile, and filthly and corrupt. I must never be let out of here.”