Anna was incredibly flustered that he was just laughing at her when she was trying I explain how she felt.   She hated the fact that she didn't want to kill him anymore, but her anger was suddenly boiling as he spoke down to her.  She felt degraded as he spoke to her like a child.  "I didn't ask I like you either!  I didn't mean to make it sound like I was head over heels in love with you or anything" she said as she glared at him.<br/><br/>He refused to let her out of his hold, and the more she struggled, the tighter his grip got.  He started to describe her feelings towards him as a "fantasy" of some sort with made her hand grip into a fist.  She was about ready to throw a punch but stopped herself quickly before she could do anything.  Hitting him would get her no where so she had to try to stay calm...<br/><br/>"It's more like a nightmare than a fairy tale" she muttered.  Well that plan to stay calm didn't seem like it was going to work out after all.  She put her hands against his chest again and tried to push him away from her, "get off of me already..." She demanded.  She didn't haw any advantage against Armas and yet, she kept fighting his will.  She briefly pondered why she kept trying to face away from the inevitable.  Unfortunately, she really had no other reason besides wanting to fight for her own will.