She literally freezes on the spot with shame and desire, letting go even further.

It's not too late to run, my dear Snow White. You're acting like I'm taking you to hell where the devil is going to burn you alive on a frying pan.

It felt as if her own body betrayed her. Her body wanted this vicious and cynical man so badly that it was willing to respond to his every need.

What had she done? She had sold herself out. And just yesterday she thought so badly of Nellie. Who knew?

You ran away from me and I'm not used to people running away from me

Do I care about pleasure? Yes. But I don't believe in happiness.