He had beat her in the beginning. So badly she could hardly move the day after, even if he'd had her healed after it. That was before Pansy had come along, before Lucio, even. She remembered her skin black and blue from his fists, from his kicks, her throat raw and torn from her screams of pain. She remembered the feel of her ribs cracking inside her and the blood. She was thankful those had been a few occasions, and far between.