"That's why they're called games." She says bluntly. "They don't see us as people. We're entertainment to them. Something to be played with."
"What if I don't want to play? What if I don't want him playing their games?" I ask, leaning forward.
"I'm sure he'd do anything to get you back." He says gently.
"I.. I.. This isn't fair. This is my life. Not theirs. I don't want to be just a piece in their games." I whisper mostly to myself.
"Sweetheart." She says knowingly but unsympathetically. "You already are."