Sadie felt a small bit of relief when he stopped cutting at her clothes. But it was short lived. He began to cut at her shirt again and the fear returned. What kind of questions were these anyways?<br/><br/>Sadie didn't know why he asked her about her family but she didn't care. She had to cooperate and hope he stopped cutting at her shirt. She knew she should fight back but she was embarrassed just by the thought of being stripped. "22." She stammered. "And I'm an only child."