[It's her turn to keep a silent break before answering to him. She takes a deep breath, shoulders tensing up a little as her expression hardens. She's starting to regret that she told him anything at all. While he didn't voice it out loud she still could hear the awful, hurtful implication about the true nature of what happened to her. The ugly word that she refused to say out loud.]

Don't talk to me like I'm a child. [Because she hadn't been one in ages. She had given up on her childhood the day she got out of the orphanage, the same day when she had decided not to be a victim.

Her voice is much calmer than before, but the fire from the anger is still there, hot and ready to burn.]

I know what you're thinking and I tell you it's wrong. He didn't hurt me because I wanted it just as much as he.