Iris watched what her torment did to him, the thick organ wrapped in his hand made it all too clear. She wanted to look away, to ignore the arousal that she knew was for her. Had her insides not been screaming she might have found fascination in it, curiosity on how he would take her. The thought slipped into her mind, forcing a dream state that fought to ignore her broken body. She wanted that desire, anything that would override how she physically suffered.<br/><br/>Her eyes remained on his pumping fist, using the visual to trick her mind. Corrupted woman, breaking away quickly to endure his beating. Breathing remained difficult with harsh wheezes, she couldn't tell if her lung had been punctured to grant her the death of drowning on her own blood. She winced with the fading of her thoughts, forcing her body into confusion on how it should react to the torture and the images that she forced upon herself.<br/><br/>She flinched to the warmth that trailed across her face, the bitter sweet mess that emptied into her mouth that seemed unable to close. On reflex she coughed at thick fluid that coated her tongue, eyes watering with shame as she focused on how it made her feel. During her time of remaining still there was some solace to be found, making it easier to direct her mind to where she wasn't hurting. Roan would see proof of such when he parted her legs, erupting a new wave of pain that crippled her further.<br/><br/>Screaming was hard to do with a full mouth, forcing the screeches to gurgle slightly as he forced her freed bones to move and rip inner tissue. She had managed to force herself to seek some form of pleasure in his depraved nature, but once again her cries spoke of nothing but horror. Her breathing had become vocal, heavy whining with each exhale that seemed to shorter than expected. A grip of panic tore into her as she attempted to determine why it stung so horribly with each inhale, but again Roan's words dragged her attention back to him. She whimpered, tears streaming, and closed her mouth to allowing her saliva to mix with his fluids and flow down her throat. Swallowing was just as painful, any movement inside and out was a new stab.<br/><br/>Through it all, darkness had begun to creep around the edges of her vision. Promising relief from a disturbed mind, ready to fall into oblivion to escape her physical pain. It wasn't close enough though, only in waiting to catch and bring her under when too much had been done. Iris wanted it, desperate for the end of what his foot had done to her. Glistening eyes moved up to stare at him and his truth, no longer wearing his own mask. The stare was short, holding questions of why and pleading for an end. Yet she hoped to bring her own end for that hour, and lowered her head with a sharp cry to forcing her muscles in the process. There was no thought put towards what she was doing, only a giving a second to gather enough room for movement before acting.<br/><br/>Her raven hair flew out to the sides, displaying the force created as the back of her head met the heavy door behind her. The blow has hard, enough to ripple through her body while a scream seemed to protest before quickly silencing with a gasp. Eyes still open, Iris stared past him while her world spun without mercy. She wanted to reach out, to hold something to keep from falling, but the numbing darkness paralyzed her limbs for that moment while she attempted to knock herself out.