Jarod could imagine what it was like to be Melissa Blass. That was what he did. He felt it with her, the anticipation of helping someone, the wild scream of fear surging through veins, panic, betrayal, terror piling upon old terror, the horror of being trapped. Then bodily violation, the crushing of self.
He could also imagine it because he had been there. Different situation, same emotions. Trapped, suffocatingly. Dragged from place to place, wild struggling to no avail, restrained, bodily integrity violated, treated as a thing for another person’s use. Yes, he and Doctor Blass had much in common.