You turn around to confront the woman and try to gain bering on the situation.
and the burning question leaves your lovely lips.
"Who are you?? what are you?!? And... what is about me that you're talking about!? What are the terms of this servitude... Why?! Please... Awnser me!"
You wonder if your soul felt pleas for awnsers have reached the woman, as she simply stares back into your eyes, as if reading your very soul, again. In a fit of confusion, you fall to your knees, so many questions plauging your mind...
what can I do? Why... why is all this happening to me? I'm.. it's not... this just isn't what I expected! Why do I feel so... No! I didn't ask for this to happen!