She feels his nails dig deeper into her head, thrusting further into her throat, almost making her gag. But she doesn't. She keeps going, Daddy's little screw up, Mommy's little mistake, and everyone's favorite Klingon half-breed whore, doing what she does best. It's all she's good for, and everyone knows it. She'd though she'd shut off all the parts that could hurt, but she had let herself be drawn in by him, and not it hurt worse then ever before. Because she allowed herself to care about him, love him, even. And she had deluded herself into thinking he might feel the same. And who knows? Maybe...

But the name that passes through his lips isn't hers, and B'Elanna's head hangs low as she leaves Chakotay's quarters, wiping the remains of him from her mouth with the back of her hand, dejected.