"I don't care what you say. I'm going willingly. I won't fight you. Just make me forget. Please. Make me forget him. I let him down, and I don't want to remember this pain. Ever." She jerks her head back from his grasp. "But know this. I think you are disgusting, vile, and repulsive. You may make me fall in love with you, but it's not real. You are the dream! Not Mason! I love Mason for real, and what I have for him you may fake it, but it will never be real! I will never stop loving him! You? I will never truly love. So go ahead. Surround yourself with fake love, something that isn't real, a dream. Maybe that's all you can get. I wanted a baby with Mason. With you? I'd rather spend my life in this room alone that have a baby with you. I hope I can't get pregnant. Mason and I were not able to. Maybe I can't. I hope I can't." She follows him as he picks up the needle, and her eyes widen. "No please. No needles. No drugs. No shots. Please," she whines as the needle pricks her skin. Her body begins to warm, and her stomach tightens as she's sickened by wanting him. "I....hate....you."