As Carl returned to the room, door slamming open, she flinched at the noise and the hatred filling his eyes. With one more quick glance before shutting her eyes, trying to brace herself for what was to come, she noticed the bag within his hands. Tears started flowing from her eyes as her thoughts came back to Eric and her family, wondering if she would see any of them again.<br/><br/>Her eyes snapped open at the pain of her head being jerked upwards, forced to look him in the eyes. Every word he said she heard and at every word her fear grew greater. As he started to strip her of her clothing she tried her best to put up a fight but only managing to make her pain worse, and reopen some of the cuts on her stomach. Aria tried once more to put up a fight as he bound her wrists and ankles but he was much to strong for her.<br/><br/>With her last bit of strength she could muster she did her best to make getting the handkerchief in her mouth a pain for him. The taste of the cloth was not something she liked and the feel of the ducktape over her mouth was much the same. All she could manage to do now was to curl up, bearing with the pain and  hope that what was to come wouldn't be as bad as she had thought. She kept her eyes closed as she felt him take her hands and tried to pull them away.<br/><br/>The second she felt something being jammed under her fingernail she opened up her eyes and let out a muffled scream. The pain was excruciating and there was no way for her to tell him to stop, no way for her to fight back, though she did try to pull her hands away. Each toothpick seemed to hurt more than the next and once he finished with the last fingernail she no longer had any more tears to cry.<br/><br/>Her eyes were full of pain, fear and a small amount of anger. The anger she felt had slowly turned into the fear. She refused to look up at him and found her eyes blankly, staring at the floor. Her breathing was now very fast and her stomach. from all the squirming, was extremely sore and bleeding.